{"id":224,"date":"2009-10-26T18:51:54","date_gmt":"2009-10-26T16:51:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=224"},"modified":"2009-10-26T18:51:54","modified_gmt":"2009-10-26T16:51:54","slug":"elle-descendait-la-montagne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/10\/26\/elle-descendait-la-montagne\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8230;Elle descendait la montagne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Elle descendait la montagne,<br \/>\nla terre sous les pieds<br \/>\net la poitrine nue,<br \/>\nParfois comme une col\u00e8re,<br \/>\nSouvent comme l&rsquo;ing\u00e9nue,<br \/>\nQui suit le ventre \u00e0 terre<br \/>\nLa pierre qui n&rsquo;a pas su<br \/>\nY mettre sa pri\u00e8re<br \/>\npour la garder v\u00eatue ;<br \/>\nDans les parties de campagne,<br \/>\nElle \u00f4tait le tissu<br \/>\nD&rsquo;un pays de Cocagne<br \/>\nQui refoulait l&rsquo;intrus,<br \/>\nLe c\u0153ur dans le pagne,<br \/>\nle corps dans l&rsquo;inconnu,<br \/>\nQui lui tendait les mains<br \/>\nla faisait courtisane<br \/>\ndes amants de vertu,<br \/>\nperdue dans le Champagne<br \/>\net l&rsquo;outrage d&rsquo;un reflux ;<br \/>\nElle fendait la montagne<br \/>\nAu flanc du parvenu<br \/>\nQui la rendait insane<br \/>\ndans sa jupe fendue,<br \/>\nUne fleur \u00e0 la douane<br \/>\nLa ranc\u0153ur dans sa rue.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Elle descendait la montagne, la terre sous les pieds et la poitrine nue, Parfois comme une col\u00e8re, Souvent comme l&rsquo;ing\u00e9nue, Qui suit le ventre \u00e0 terre La pierre qui n&rsquo;a pas su Y mettre sa pri\u00e8re pour la garder v\u00eatue ; Dans les parties de campagne, Elle \u00f4tait le tissu D&rsquo;un pays de Cocagne Qui [&hellip;]<\/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_post_was_ever_published":false,"_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":"","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}},"categories":[21,4],"tags":[10,5],"class_list":["post-224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-esquisses","category-poesies","tag-autres","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-3C","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224","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=224"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}