{"id":263,"date":"2010-04-02T23:05:46","date_gmt":"2010-04-02T21:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=263"},"modified":"2010-04-02T23:05:46","modified_gmt":"2010-04-02T21:05:46","slug":"sous-les-voiles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/04\/02\/sous-les-voiles\/","title":{"rendered":"Sous les voiles"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Ceux qui portent le vent dans le ventre d\u00e9fait<br \/>\nDe ces f\u00e9es qui l&rsquo;ont fait et sont mortes avant<br \/>\nOnt br\u00fbl\u00e9 l&rsquo;imparfait sur les peaux de ciment<br \/>\nDe ces \u00eatres mourants sous des mots que l&rsquo;on tait<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Et les portes battant sur la place des \u00ab\u00a0Ils\u00a0\u00bb<br \/>\nLes illusions au banc des accus\u00e9s ronins<br \/>\nOnt fil\u00e9 la paillette au bord de ses cils<br \/>\nQu&rsquo;annon\u00e7aient la d\u00e9faite au revers de nos mains<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Devant cet \u00e9ternel reflux des incertains<br \/>\nDans ce vers qu&rsquo;on a bu dans l&rsquo;ombre d&rsquo;une rime<br \/>\nOn jouait de la frime du soir au matin<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>En oubliant les hymnes, la mer que l&rsquo;on signe<br \/>\nD&rsquo;un geste de la main, comme ce pantomime<br \/>\nSe brisait sur les reins de nos \u00e9bats indignes<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em> <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ceux qui portent le vent dans le ventre d\u00e9fait De ces f\u00e9es qui l&rsquo;ont fait et sont mortes avant Ont br\u00fbl\u00e9 l&rsquo;imparfait sur les peaux de ciment De ces \u00eatres mourants sous des mots que l&rsquo;on tait Et les portes battant sur la place des \u00ab\u00a0Ils\u00a0\u00bb Les illusions au banc des accus\u00e9s ronins Ont fil\u00e9 [&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,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_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},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[7,11,12],"class_list":["post-263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","tag-la-fille-du-rien","tag-metres","tag-pseudo-sonnets"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-4f","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263","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=263"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}