{"id":853,"date":"2014-12-16T14:05:55","date_gmt":"2014-12-16T12:05:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=853"},"modified":"2018-10-06T19:00:13","modified_gmt":"2018-10-06T17:00:13","slug":"la-poesie-ce-matin-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/?p=853","title":{"rendered":"La po\u00e9sie ce matin (19)"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Car, \u00e0 cet instant, tu le pressens,<br \/>\nLa r\u00e9alit\u00e9 n&rsquo;est pas achev\u00e9e,<br \/>\nPas encore construite, et demande \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00eatre comme l&rsquo;est<br \/>\nUn fruit ouvert, dont on peut go\u00fbter la saveur, conna\u00eetre<br \/>\nLe plaisir ; au fond, tout n&rsquo;attend de toi<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;une seule chose : que tu lui livres en toi<br \/>\nCe passage charnel<br \/>\nVers sa plus intime l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9, son \u00eatre musical ;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Ligne apr\u00e8s ligne, tu t&rsquo;achemines<br \/>\nVers ce nouage lumineux<br \/>\nQui fait de ton corps autre chose qu&rsquo;un corps :<br \/>\nUne sorte de tranch\u00e9e vive dans le silence des pierres,<br \/>\nUn jardin o\u00f9 rien ne prend racine mais o\u00f9 \u00e9clot<br \/>\nLa fleur du moindre souffle ;<br \/>\nTu laisseras, bien s\u00fbr, \u00e0 la lumi\u00e8re le soin du dernier mot,<br \/>\nEt \u00e0 l&rsquo;amour celui d&rsquo;ouvrir les vannes de la nuit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Christian Monginot, <a href=\"http:\/\/lherbequitremble.fr\/catalogue-Monginot.html\" target=\"_blank\"><em>le Miroir des solitudes<\/em><\/a>.<br \/>\nL&rsquo;Herbe qui tremble, 2014.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" align=\"middle\" height=\"258\" width=\"200\" src=\"http:\/\/lherbequitremble.fr\/images_couvauteurs\/Couv-Monginot.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Car, \u00e0 cet instant, tu le pressens, La r\u00e9alit\u00e9 n&rsquo;est pas achev\u00e9e, Pas encore construite, et demande \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00eatre comme l&rsquo;est Un fruit ouvert, dont on peut go\u00fbter la saveur, conna\u00eetre Le plaisir ; au fond, tout n&rsquo;attend de toi Qu&rsquo;une seule chose : que tu lui livres en toi Ce passage charnel Vers sa [&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":[611,595],"class_list":["post-853","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesie","tag-christian-monginot","tag-la-poesie-ce-matin"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/853","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=853"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/853\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=853"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=853"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.locus-solus-fr.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=853"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}