{"id":51,"date":"2016-04-05T18:33:30","date_gmt":"2016-04-05T18:33:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/orphee\/"},"modified":"2018-04-06T18:31:30","modified_gmt":"2018-04-06T22:31:30","slug":"orphee","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/orphee\/","title":{"rendered":"Louise Ackermann : La lyre d&#8217;Orph\u00e9e"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Premi\u00e8res po\u00e9sies<\/em> (1893)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\">LA LYRE D&#8217;ORPH\u00c9E<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<p>Quand Orph\u00e9e autrefois, frapp\u00e9 par les Bacchantes<br \/>\nPr\u00e9s de l&#8217;H\u00e8bre tomba, sur les vagues sanglantes<br \/>\nOn vit longtemps encor sa lyre surnager.<br \/>\nLe fleuve au loin chantait sous le fardeau l\u00e9ger.<br \/>\nLe gai z\u00e9phyr s&#8217;\u00e9mut ; ses ailes amoureuses<br \/>\nBaisaient les cordes d&#8217;or, et les vagues heureuses,<br \/>\nComme pour l&#8217;arr\u00e8ter, d&#8217;un effort doux et vain,<br \/>\nS&#8217;empressaient \u00e0 l&#8217;entour de l&#8217;instrument divin.<br \/>\nLes r\u00e9cifs, les \u00eelots, le sable \u00e0 son passage<br \/>\nS&#8217;est rev\u00eatu de fleurs, et cet \u00e2pre rivage<br \/>\nVoit soudain, pour toujours d\u00e9livr\u00e9 des autans,<br \/>\nAu toucher de la lyre accourir le Printemps.<\/p>\n<p>Ah ! que nous sommes loin de ces temps de merveilles !<br \/>\nLes ondes, les rochers, les vents n&#8217;ont plus d&#8217;oreilles,<br \/>\nLes c\u0153urs m\u00eames, les c\u0153urs refusent de s&#8217;ouvrir,<br \/>\nEt la lyre en passant ne fait plus rien fleurir.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-51-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/files\/2017\/06\/orphee.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/files\/2017\/06\/orphee.mp3\">http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/files\/2017\/06\/orphee.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/premieres-poesies-oeuvres-1893\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Premi\u00e8res po\u00e9sies (1893) LA LYRE D&#8217;ORPH\u00c9E Quand Orph\u00e9e autrefois, frapp\u00e9 par les Bacchantes Pr\u00e9s de l&#8217;H\u00e8bre tomba, sur les vagues sanglantes On vit longtemps encor sa lyre surnager. Le fleuve au loin chantait sous le fardeau l\u00e9ger. Le gai z\u00e9phyr&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/orphee\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"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\/51"}],"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=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7712,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions\/7712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}