{"id":351,"date":"2016-04-06T17:02:15","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:02:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/banc\/"},"modified":"2018-05-07T11:56:01","modified_gmt":"2018-05-07T15:56:01","slug":"banc","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/banc\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Le banc"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Rayons perdus<\/em> (1869)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center\">LE BANC<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p>Lorsque je vais m&#8217;asseoir \u00e0 mon banc favori,<br \/>\nQu&#8217;il est tard, qu&#8217;il fait doux, que selon l&#8217;habitude<br \/>\nMon petit chien me garde avec sollicitude,<br \/>\nTous les songes aim\u00e9s dont mon c\u0153ur s&#8217;est nourri<br \/>\nReviennent \u00e0 la fois peupler ma solitude.<\/p>\n<p>C&#8217;est comme un bruit lointain de rires &amp; de chants<br \/>\nQui vibre encor dans ma m\u00e9moire trop fid\u00e8le ;<br \/>\nC&#8217;est comme un vol d&#8217;oiseaux traversant d&#8217;un coup d&#8217;aile<br \/>\nLes plaines, les cit\u00e9s, les lacs, les monts, les champs,<br \/>\nEt gazouillant : \u00ab Allons nous reposer pr\u00e8s d&#8217;elle ! \u00bb<\/p>\n<p>Ainsi fait le vieillard, l&#8217;hiver, au coin du feu,<br \/>\nQuand il \u00e9coute en lui son pass\u00e9, quand, morose,<br \/>\nIl se souvient qu&#8217;il fut un enfant blond &amp; rose.<br \/>\nPour moi, le printemps a des fleurs, le ciel est bleu,<br \/>\nL&#8217;heure charmante, &amp; c&#8217;est pourtant la m\u00eame chose.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Juin 18\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/rayonsperduspage\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rayons perdus (1869) LE BANC Lorsque je vais m&#8217;asseoir \u00e0 mon banc favori, Qu&#8217;il est tard, qu&#8217;il fait doux, que selon l&#8217;habitude Mon petit chien me garde avec sollicitude, Tous les songes aim\u00e9s dont mon c\u0153ur s&#8217;est nourri Reviennent \u00e0&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/banc\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":0,"parent":391,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-fullwidth.php","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/351"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=351"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/351\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7923,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/351\/revisions\/7923"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=351"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}