{"id":494,"date":"2016-04-06T18:48:07","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T18:48:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/souffre\/"},"modified":"2021-05-13T11:50:37","modified_gmt":"2021-05-13T15:50:37","slug":"souffre","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/souffre\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : La tristesse a vaincu, je souffre . . ."},"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=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center;\">&nbsp;<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\">D\u00e9bander l&#8217;arc ne gu\u00e9rit point la plaie.<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">Marot<\/span><\/div>\n<p>La tristesse a vaincu, je souffre &amp; je me tais :<br \/>\nJ&#8217;ai de mon doigt glac\u00e9 comprim\u00e9 ma blessure,<br \/>\nMa t\u00eate se redresse &amp; ma voix se rassure&#8230;<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">O\u00f9 sont les vers que je chantais ?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Que sont-ils devenus, les chants de ma jeunesse ?<br \/>\nL&#8217;\u00e9cho me les demande &amp; je ne les sais plus.<br \/>\n\u2014 La plage est bien muette apr\u00e8s le grand reflux,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Avant que le flux ne renaisse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Laissez la mer monter &amp; le temps s&#8217;accomplir.<br \/>\nComme aux jours de Marot cette parole est vraie,<br \/>\nPour moi \u00ab l&#8217;arc d\u00e9band\u00e9 n&#8217;a pas gu\u00e9ri la plaie \u00bb,<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">Et j&#8217;ai senti mon c\u0153ur faiblir. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ainsi l&#8217;enthousiaste observant un long je\u00fbne<br \/>\nCachera sa p\u00e2leur ; &amp;, fi\u00e8re de mes maux,<br \/>\nMoi, sur ma l\u00e8vre en feu, j&#8217;\u00e9toufferai ces mots :<br \/>\n<span id=\"indent\">J&#8217;aime encore &amp; suis toujours jeune ! <\/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) &nbsp; D\u00e9bander l&#8217;arc ne gu\u00e9rit point la plaie. Marot La tristesse a vaincu, je souffre &amp; je me tais : J&#8217;ai de mon doigt glac\u00e9 comprim\u00e9 ma blessure, Ma t\u00eate se redresse &amp; ma voix se rassure&#8230;&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/souffre\/\">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\/494"}],"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=494"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/494\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8405,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/494\/revisions\/8405"}],"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=494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}