{"id":486,"date":"2016-04-06T18:47:41","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T18:47:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/pierre\/"},"modified":"2021-05-13T11:49:43","modified_gmt":"2021-05-13T15:49:43","slug":"pierre","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/pierre\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : La pierre d&#8217;attente"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Les Sto\u00efques<\/em> (1870)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\">LA PIERRE D&#8217;ATTENTE<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\">Un peu d&#8217;esp\u00e9rance repara\u00eet dans le monde<br \/>\n\u2014 Je crois de nouveau \u00e0 l&#8217;avenir.<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">Edgar Quinet<\/span><br \/>\n(Lettre du 26 juillet 1869)<\/div>\n<p>Contre l&#8217;ancien rempart de la tour f\u00e9odale<br \/>\nO\u00f9, familier d&#8217;hier, le paysan installe<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Son foyer \u00e0 l&#8217;abri du vent,<\/span><br \/>\nAu-dessus de l&#8217;\u00e9cole &amp; du nid d&#8217;hirondelle,<br \/>\nElle est l\u00e0, droite encore, impassible &amp; fid\u00e8le,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Qui regarde au soleil levant.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Depuis quatre-vingts ans qu&#8217;il neige ou pleut sur elle,<br \/>\nQu&#8217;elle brave l&#8217;\u00e9clair, l&#8217;ouragan ou la gr\u00eale<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Comme les r\u00e9volutions ;<\/span><br \/>\nQu&#8217;elle reste riv\u00e9e \u00e0 son socle de pierre<br \/>\nCependant qu&#8217;\u00e0 ses pieds tombe &amp; vole en poussi\u00e8re<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Le sort changeant des nations ;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Qu&#8217;\u00e0 l&#8217;empire vaincu les royaut\u00e9s succ\u00e8dent<br \/>\nEt, comme les saisons qui l&#8217;une \u00e0 l&#8217;autre c\u00e8dent,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Ne s&#8217;en vont que pour revenir ;<\/span><br \/>\nPlus haut que le combat qui hurle \u00e0 son oreille,<br \/>\nImmortelle pens\u00e9e oubli\u00e9e, elle veille<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Les yeux fix\u00e9s sur l&#8217;avenir.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>C&#8217;est en vain qu&#8217;elle a vu partir dans l&#8217;ombre occulte,<br \/>\nPour la mort ou l&#8217;exil, ceux qui gardaient son culte ;<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Elle attend, car elle savait<\/span><br \/>\nQue, plut\u00f4t que trahir sa cause abandonn\u00e9e,<br \/>\nComme elle ils attendront la fin de leur journ\u00e9e<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Pour s&#8217;endormir sur leur chevet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Bonnet au front, p\u00e9plum \u00e0 l&#8217;\u00e9paule mi-nue,<br \/>\nTelle qu&#8217;elle a jadis pris d&#8217;assaut dans la nue<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Son pi\u00e9destal a\u00e9rien,<\/span><br \/>\nTelle, bless\u00e9e au c\u0153ur par la vie implacable,<br \/>\nElle se tient debout, vigie infatigable,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Sur le mur croulant, son soutien.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Et lorsque des maisons tout alentour sem\u00e9es<br \/>\nMontent matin &amp; soir de bleu\u00e2tres fum\u00e9es,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Que ce soit l&#8217;hiver ou l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9,<\/span><br \/>\nToujours dans le ciel pur, sous le soleil oblique,<br \/>\nResplendit ton vieux buste, \u00f4 jeune R\u00e9publique,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">D\u00e9esse de la Libert\u00e9 ! <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/lesstoiquespage\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Les Sto\u00efques (1870) LA PIERRE D&#8217;ATTENTE Un peu d&#8217;esp\u00e9rance repara\u00eet dans le monde \u2014 Je crois de nouveau \u00e0 l&#8217;avenir. 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