{"id":492,"date":"2016-04-06T18:48:01","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T18:48:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/soirdhiver\/"},"modified":"2021-05-13T11:58:11","modified_gmt":"2021-05-13T15:58:11","slug":"soirdhiver","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/soirdhiver\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Soir d&#8217;hiver"},"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;\">SOIR D&#8217;HIVER<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\">L&#8217;\u00e9toile a des frissons dans la sph\u00e8re divine.<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">Henry Murger<\/span><\/div>\n<p>L&#8217;eau pleure au clair bassin des larmes de cristal,<br \/>\nLe pr\u00e9 s&#8217;est rev\u00eatu d&#8217;une robe argent\u00e9e,<br \/>\nDes lueurs ont blanchi le ciel oriental<br \/>\nEt la lune appara\u00eet d\u00e9daigneuse &amp; lact\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p>Le vent souffle du nord &amp; le froid est fatal.<br \/>\nMalheur \u00e0 qui n&#8217;a pas de demeure abrit\u00e9e,<br \/>\nO\u00f9 la bouilloire au feu dit son chant de m\u00e9tal !<br \/>\nMalheur \u00e0 qui suit seul la route d\u00e9sert\u00e9e !<\/p>\n<p>La terre est dure \u00e0 l&#8217;homme &amp; la mort est dans l&#8217;air.<br \/>\nEt tandis que par l&#8217;astre atteint d&#8217;un blanc \u00e9clair<br \/>\nTout mur se dresse ainsi qu&#8217;un monument de marbre,<\/p>\n<p>Telle qu&#8217;une \u00e2me pr\u00eate \u00e0 s&#8217;en aller d&#8217;ici,<br \/>\nSur le bois noir, au bord de l&#8217;horizon, voici<br \/>\nV\u00e9nus comme une flamme entre les branches d&#8217;arbre.<\/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) SOIR D&#8217;HIVER L&#8217;\u00e9toile a des frissons dans la sph\u00e8re divine. Henry Murger L&#8217;eau pleure au clair bassin des larmes de cristal, Le pr\u00e9 s&#8217;est rev\u00eatu d&#8217;une robe argent\u00e9e, Des lueurs ont blanchi le ciel oriental Et la&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/soirdhiver\/\">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\/492"}],"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=492"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/492\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8416,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/492\/revisions\/8416"}],"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=492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}