{"id":495,"date":"2016-04-06T18:48:10","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T18:48:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/soupir\/"},"modified":"2023-02-20T10:31:57","modified_gmt":"2023-02-20T15:31:57","slug":"soupir","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/soupir\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Soupir"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Les Sto\u00efques<\/em> (1870)<\/p>\n

SOUPIR<\/h4>\n

I.<\/p>\n

\n
Sans le soupir le monde \u00e9toufferait.
\nAmp\u00e8re.<\/span><\/div>\n

R\u00eaves, anxi\u00e9t\u00e9s, soupirs, sanglots, murmures,
\nV\u0153ux toujours renaissants & toujours contenus,
\nInstinct des c\u0153urs na\u00effs, espoir des t\u00eates m\u00fbres,
\n\u00d4 d\u00e9sirs infinis, qui ne vous a connus ?<\/p>\n

Les vents sont en \u00e9veil, les hautaines ramures
\nDemandent le secret aux brins d’herbe ing\u00e9nus,
\nEt la ronce \u00e9pineuse, o\u00f9 noircissent les m\u00fbres,
\nSur les sentiers de l’homme \u00e9tend ses grands bras nus.<\/p>\n

\u00ab O\u00f9 donc la v\u00e9rit\u00e9 ? \u00bb dit l’oiseau de passage.
\nLe roseau chancelant r\u00e9p\u00e8te : \u00ab O\u00f9 donc le sage ? \u00bb
\nLe b\u0153uf \u00e0 l’horizon jette un regard distrait,<\/p>\n

Et chaque flot que roule au loin le fleuve immense
\nS’\u00e9l\u00e8ve, puis retombe & soudain repara\u00eet
\nComme une question que chacun recommence.<\/p>\n

II.<\/p>\n

\u00c0 vingt ans, quand on a devant soi l’avenir,
\nParfois le front p\u00e2lit. On va, mais on est triste ;
\nUn pressentiment sourd qu’on ne peut d\u00e9finir
\nAccable, un trouble vague \u00e0 tout effort r\u00e9siste.<\/p>\n

Les yeux brillants hier demain vont se ternir.
\nLes sourires perdront leurs clart\u00e9s. On existe
\nEncor, mais on languit. On dit qu’il faut b\u00e9nir,
\nOn le veut, mais le doute au fond du c\u0153ur subsiste.<\/p>\n

On se plaint, & partout on se heurte. Navr\u00e9,
\nOn a la l\u00e8vre en feu, le regard enfi\u00e9vr\u00e9.
\nTout blesse, & pour souffrir on se fait plus sensible.<\/p>\n

Chim\u00e8re ou souvenir, temps futur, temps pass\u00e9,
\nC’est comme un id\u00e9al qu’on n’a pas embrass\u00e9,
\nEt c’est la grande soif : celle de l’impossible !<\/p>\n\n

Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Les Sto\u00efques (1870) SOUPIR I. Sans le soupir le monde \u00e9toufferait. Amp\u00e8re. R\u00eaves, anxi\u00e9t\u00e9s, soupirs, sanglots, murmures, V\u0153ux toujours renaissants & toujours contenus, Instinct des c\u0153urs na\u00effs, espoir des t\u00eates m\u00fbres, \u00d4 d\u00e9sirs infinis, qui ne vous a connus ?… Continue Reading →<\/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\/495"}],"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=495"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/495\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8622,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/495\/revisions\/8622"}],"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=495"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}