{"id":374,"date":"2016-04-06T17:03:44","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:03:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/page\/"},"modified":"2018-05-07T11:56:13","modified_gmt":"2018-05-07T15:56:13","slug":"page","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/page\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Page blanche"},"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\">PAGE BLANCHE<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p>Qu&#8217;\u00e9crire ? Vierge encor la page est sous mes doigts,<br \/>\nPr\u00eate \u00e0 tout elle attend mon caprice. \u2014 Autrefois<br \/>\nLa chantante \u00e9l\u00e9gie en mon c\u0153ur murmur\u00e9e,<br \/>\nSource qui d\u00e9bordait de la vasque nacr\u00e9e,<br \/>\nS&#8217;\u00e9panchait d&#8217;elle-m\u00eame en vers doux &amp; na\u00effs.<br \/>\nLes doutes, les soup\u00e7ons, les aveux, flots furtifs<br \/>\nQui jasent &amp; s&#8217;en vont aux pentes inconnues,<br \/>\nS&#8217;\u00e9chappaient nuit &amp; jour en strophes ing\u00e9nues ;<br \/>\nLe r\u00eave, interrompu la veille, reprenait,<br \/>\nL&#8217;accent, confus d&#8217;abord, se r\u00e9p\u00e9tait plus net,<br \/>\nUne larme coulait d&#8217;un sourire effac\u00e9e ;<br \/>\nL&#8217;esp\u00e9rance passait l\u00e9g\u00e8re, &amp; ma pens\u00e9e<br \/>\nS&#8217;\u00e9garait aux d\u00e9tours charmants du souvenir.<br \/>\nMaintenant, je n&#8217;ai plus de pleurs \u00e0 retenir.<br \/>\nPlus de folle esp\u00e9rance \u00e0 qui couper les ailes,<br \/>\nPlus d&#8217;angoisses tra\u00eenant la col\u00e8re apr\u00e8s elles,<br \/>\nPlus d&#8217;effroi, de souci, d&#8217;amertume, plus rien !<br \/>\nAutrefois, les accords du grand musicien<br \/>\nAmour faisaient vibrer les cordes de mon \u00e2me ;<br \/>\nMaintenant, le foyer triste n&#8217;a plus de flamme,<br \/>\nLe musicien meurt, &amp; l&#8217;instrument forc\u00e9<br \/>\nNe rend plus qu&#8217;un son mat quand chante le pass\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Ao\u00fbt 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) PAGE BLANCHE Qu&#8217;\u00e9crire ? Vierge encor la page est sous mes doigts, Pr\u00eate \u00e0 tout elle attend mon caprice. \u2014 Autrefois La chantante \u00e9l\u00e9gie en mon c\u0153ur murmur\u00e9e, Source qui d\u00e9bordait de la vasque nacr\u00e9e, S&#8217;\u00e9panchait d&#8217;elle-m\u00eame&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/page\/\">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\/374"}],"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=374"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/374\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7924,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/374\/revisions\/7924"}],"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=374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}