{"id":1435,"date":"2010-10-19T00:10:26","date_gmt":"2010-10-18T22:10:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1435"},"modified":"2010-10-19T00:10:26","modified_gmt":"2010-10-18T22:10:26","slug":"jai-enfante-le-vent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/10\/19\/jai-enfante-le-vent\/","title":{"rendered":"J’ai enfant\u00e9 le vent"},"content":{"rendered":"
J’ai enfant\u00e9 le vent<\/em><\/div>\n
Sa frime et son amant<\/em><\/div>\n
Autant que de sa prime<\/em><\/div>\n
Je lui disais : \u00ab\u00a0attends\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/div>\n
Je savais sa d\u00e9prime<\/em><\/div>\n
L’ab\u00eeme de son rang<\/em><\/div>\n
Qu’on donnait pour estime<\/em><\/div>\n
Mais qui valait trois francs<\/em><\/div>\n

\n<\/em><\/div>\n
J’ai engross\u00e9 la brise<\/em><\/div>\n
En deux ou trois arpents<\/em><\/div>\n
Je lui ai fait la bise<\/em><\/div>\n
Fichu d’un pieu croyant<\/em><\/div>\n
A la place d’Elise<\/em><\/div>\n
Au piano bien branlant<\/em><\/div>\n
L’espoir \u00e9tait de mise<\/em><\/div>\n
Le r\u00eave au plus offrant<\/em><\/div>\n

\n<\/em><\/div>\n
Mais la rime a flanch\u00e9<\/em><\/div>\n
A deux pas de ces Champs<\/em><\/div>\n
Paris s’est d\u00e9lit\u00e9e<\/em><\/div>\n
En brumes d’Orl\u00e9ans<\/em><\/div>\n
Les notes du pass\u00e9<\/em><\/div>\n
Sonnaient encore aux temps<\/em><\/div>\n
O\u00f9 les fleurs fan\u00e9es<\/em><\/div>\n
En d\u00e9coraient le banc<\/em><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

J’ai enfant\u00e9 le vent Sa frime et son amant Autant que de sa prime Je lui disais : \u00ab\u00a0attends\u00a0\u00bb Je savais sa d\u00e9prime L’ab\u00eeme de son rang Qu’on donnait pour estime Mais qui valait trois francs J’ai engross\u00e9 la brise En deux ou trois arpents Je lui ai fait la bise Fichu d’un pieu croyant […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"J'ai enfant\u00e9 le vent:","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[16,4],"tags":[14,11],"class_list":["post-1435","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-metres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-n9","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1435","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1435"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1435\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1435"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1435"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1435"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}