{"id":383,"date":"2016-04-06T17:04:11","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:04:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/sapin\/"},"modified":"2018-05-07T11:54:57","modified_gmt":"2018-05-07T15:54:57","slug":"sapin","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/sapin\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Le sapin"},"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 SAPIN<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p>Il est un arbre fier, droit, aust\u00e8re &amp; robuste,<br \/>\nQue n&#8217;aime pas l&#8217;oiseau, ni la fleur, ni l&#8217;arbuste,<br \/>\nNi la vigne flexible aux rameaux caressants.<br \/>\nFlor\u00e9al le d\u00e9daigne &amp; brumaire l&#8217;oublie ;<br \/>\nEt jamais on ne voit que la temp\u00eate plie<br \/>\nSa t\u00eate \u00e9chevel\u00e9e ou ses bras mena\u00e7ants.<\/p>\n<p>Il vit seul au milieu de la for\u00eat immense.<br \/>\nLe froid &amp; la nuit sont o\u00f9 son ombre commence,<br \/>\nEt, dans le sentiment de ce grand abandon,<br \/>\nIl monte hardiment plus haut que tous les ch\u00eanes,<br \/>\nJusqu&#8217;\u00e0 ce que, le front charg\u00e9 de lourdes cha\u00eenes,<br \/>\nIl tombe tout entier aux pieds du b\u00fbcheron.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014 Je sais un c\u0153ur aussi qui porte dans la vie<br \/>\nSon deuil, sans que jamais de sa ligne il d\u00e9vie,<br \/>\nSeul partout &amp; toujours \u00e9pris de l&#8217;id\u00e9al.<br \/>\nMais, ainsi qu&#8217;au sapin \u00e0 la triste verdure,<br \/>\nQue m&#8217;importent le vent, la pluie ou la froidure,<br \/>\nLe matin ou le soir, brumaire ou flor\u00e9al ?\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Mai 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 SAPIN Il est un arbre fier, droit, aust\u00e8re &amp; robuste, Que n&#8217;aime pas l&#8217;oiseau, ni la fleur, ni l&#8217;arbuste, Ni la vigne flexible aux rameaux caressants. Flor\u00e9al le d\u00e9daigne &amp; brumaire l&#8217;oublie ; Et jamais on&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/sapin\/\">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\/383"}],"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=383"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7921,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/383\/revisions\/7921"}],"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=383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}