{"id":281,"date":"2007-10-14T19:00:32","date_gmt":"2007-10-14T17:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=281"},"modified":"2007-10-14T19:00:32","modified_gmt":"2007-10-14T17:00:32","slug":"la-fille-aux-bas-volants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2007\/10\/14\/la-fille-aux-bas-volants\/","title":{"rendered":"La fille aux bas volants"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:justify;padding-left:90px\"><em><em>Quand le vent aux falaises<br \/>\nS&rsquo;attardait juste un temps<br \/>\nOubliant un instant<br \/>\nCette terre un peu glaise<br \/>\nEt la fille aux volants<br \/>\nAu gr\u00e9ement \u00e0 son aise<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em><em>Il avait les cordages<br \/>\nLa voile et les haubans,<br \/>\nPour tenir les nuages<br \/>\nSur un ciel bien trop grand<br \/>\nEt la quille au virage<br \/>\nEn grilla quelque arpent<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em><em>Et la nuit, lui Sil\u00e8ne<br \/>\nSur la note en b\u00e9mol<br \/>\nLui noya sa sir\u00e8ne<br \/>\nSon enfant de formol,<br \/>\nLes embruns de la peine<br \/>\nSur ces yeux qui s&rsquo;\u00e9tiolent<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em><em>C&rsquo;est le vent qui l&rsquo;\u00e9teint<br \/>\nQui l&#8217;emporte aux salants<br \/>\nEt la main qui l&rsquo;\u00e9treint<br \/>\nL&rsquo;a inscrit aux avants<br \/>\nDe la fille aux volants<br \/>\nAu regard qui s&rsquo;est teint<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Quand le vent aux falaises S&rsquo;attardait juste un temps Oubliant un instant Cette terre un peu glaise Et la fille aux volants Au gr\u00e9ement \u00e0 son aise Il avait les cordages La voile et les haubans, Pour tenir les nuages Sur un ciel bien trop grand Et la quille au virage En grilla quelque arpent [&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_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":"La fille aux bas volants:","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],"class_list":["post-281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","tag-la-fille-du-rien","tag-metres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-4x","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281","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=281"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}