{"id":362,"date":"2016-04-06T17:02:43","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:02:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/image\/"},"modified":"2021-04-07T18:24:23","modified_gmt":"2021-04-07T22:24:23","slug":"image","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/image\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : L&#8217;image"},"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;\">L&#8217;IMAGE<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Si je veux abuser mon c\u0153ur<br \/>\nD&#8217;une autre image que la sienne,<br \/>\nPeu \u00e0 peu, tristement moqueur,<br \/>\nIl retrace l&#8217;image ancienne.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">C&#8217;est un p\u00eale-m\u00eale inou\u00ef,<br \/>\nO\u00f9 tous les traits viennent se fondre,<br \/>\nEl le fant\u00f4me \u00e9vanoui<br \/>\nRessuscite pour me r\u00e9pondre.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Je vois ses yeux bruns d&#8217;autrefois,<br \/>\nSes cheveux blonds, son cher sourire,<br \/>\nJe fr\u00e9mis encore \u00e0 sa voix<br \/>\nComme au vent fr\u00e9mit une lyre.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Tout ce qui m&#8217;enchantait jadis<br \/>\nReprend de nouveau forme &amp; vie,<br \/>\nEt, devant moi, le paradis<br \/>\nS&#8217;ouvre, qui m&#8217;avait tant ravie !<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">H\u00e9las ! h\u00e9las ! il est ferm\u00e9,<br \/>\nAinsi que j&#8217;en eus le pr\u00e9sage,<br \/>\nEt celui que j&#8217;ai tant aim\u00e9,<br \/>\nLui-m\u00eame a chang\u00e9 de visage.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Moi seule puis me souvenir<br \/>\nDe tout ce qui m&#8217;avait s\u00e9duite,<br \/>\nMoi seule encor puis revenir<br \/>\n\u00c0 la f\u00e9licit\u00e9 d\u00e9truite.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Car celui que j&#8217;aimais est mort<br \/>\n\u2014 O la triste &amp; bizarre \u00e9preuve !<br \/>\nJe puis le pleurer sans remord,<br \/>\nDe son vivant je suis sa veuve.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Juillet 18\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><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) L&#8217;IMAGE Si je veux abuser mon c\u0153ur D&#8217;une autre image que la sienne, Peu \u00e0 peu, tristement moqueur, Il retrace l&#8217;image ancienne. C&#8217;est un p\u00eale-m\u00eale inou\u00ef, O\u00f9 tous les traits viennent se fondre, El le fant\u00f4me \u00e9vanoui&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/image\/\">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\/362"}],"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=362"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8325,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/362\/revisions\/8325"}],"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=362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}