{"id":848,"date":"2014-05-06T17:45:53","date_gmt":"2014-05-06T15:45:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=848"},"modified":"2018-10-06T18:59:32","modified_gmt":"2018-10-06T16:59:32","slug":"la-poesie-ce-matin-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=848","title":{"rendered":"La po\u00e9sie ce matin (14)"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">L\u2019hiver, le plein hiver, ce fut notre saison spacieuse,<br \/>\nde nuit en nuit la reconduction des prodiges :<br \/>\nd\u00e8s que nous baissions les paupi\u00e8res, o\u00f9 \u00e9tions-nous ?<br \/>\no\u00f9 nous allions, nous n\u2019\u00e9tions pas des \u00e9trangers ;<br \/>\nnous partions en voyage, et la preuve,<br \/>\nau retour, ces fleurs, ces hautes vagues qui vacillent,<br \/>\nsur les carreaux le gel avait saisi notre bu\u00e9e,<br \/>\net nous r\u00e9alisions l\u2019\u0153uvre nocturne<br \/>\nsans nous y ajouter, en approchant la bouche,<br \/>\nen laissant ruisseler le givre, la lumi\u00e8re<br \/>\nrutiler, nous esquissions alors d\u2019un doigt timide,<br \/>\npeu \u00e0 peu enhardi, un arbre ou un oiseau,<br \/>\nnous lui donnions dans le jardin le profil d\u2019un navire.<br \/>\nIncessamment co\u00efncideront le bas de la page,<br \/>\nla fin du voyage, le port ni le royaume,<br \/>\nnous ne les poss\u00e9dons, mais l\u2019esprit libre de l\u2019enfance<br \/>\nau creuset du sommeil, au cours des ann\u00e9es aussi bien,<br \/>\npersiste malgr\u00e9 nous et nous d\u00e9borde.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Pierre Dhainaut, <a href=\"http:\/\/lherbequitremble.fr\/catalogue-Dhainaut.html\" target=\"_blank\"><em>l&rsquo;Autre Nom du vent<\/em><\/a>.<br \/>\nL&rsquo;Herbe qui tremble, 2014<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" height=\"348\" width=\"250\" src=\"http:\/\/espace-livres-creation.be\/wp-content\/uploads\/Dhainaut-lautre-nom-du-vent-e1482853947638.gif\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; L\u2019hiver, le plein hiver, ce fut notre saison spacieuse, de nuit en nuit la reconduction des prodiges : d\u00e8s que nous baissions les paupi\u00e8res, o\u00f9 \u00e9tions-nous ? o\u00f9 nous allions, nous n\u2019\u00e9tions pas des \u00e9trangers ; nous partions en voyage, et la preuve, au retour, ces fleurs, ces hautes vagues qui vacillent, sur les [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[599],"tags":[595,606],"class_list":["post-848","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesie","tag-la-poesie-ce-matin","tag-pierre-dhainaut"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/848","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=848"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/848\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=848"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=848"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=848"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}