{"id":308,"date":"2009-05-30T10:48:55","date_gmt":"2009-05-30T08:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=308"},"modified":"2009-05-30T10:48:55","modified_gmt":"2009-05-30T08:48:55","slug":"la-bave-des-libellules","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2009\/05\/30\/la-bave-des-libellules\/","title":{"rendered":"La bave des libellules"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Sur les l\u00e8vres ourl\u00e9es de ce temps qui s&rsquo;\u00e9teint,<br \/>\nAu d\u00e9tour de ce sein qui \u00e0 peine ind\u00e9cent<br \/>\nSe d\u00e9pose en neige sous le doigt dilettant,<br \/>\nElle \u00e9crit avenir et r\u00e9clame en latin<br \/>\nQue les vents de l&rsquo;enfin d\u00e9fra\u00eechissent la fleur<br \/>\nQue les yeux des mineurs ont pri\u00e9 sans enclin ;<br \/>\nElle agite en odeur tous les ors du larcin<br \/>\nD&rsquo;avoir clou\u00e9 la vis et trouver l&rsquo;ascenseur<br \/>\nQui l&#8217;emm\u00e8ne \u00e0 cet un de l&rsquo;orgie sans ardeur ;<br \/>\nNe viendront ni bateau, ni marin, ni rameur<br \/>\nPour couler l&rsquo;un peu trop qu&rsquo;elle tient en cellule ;<br \/>\nLors plaisir est destin et l&rsquo;instant au pr\u00e9sent,<br \/>\nCar panser \u00e0 deux mains n&rsquo;est qu&rsquo;un r\u00eave d&rsquo;avant,<br \/>\nL&rsquo;\u00e9cume des jours, la bave des libellules.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sur les l\u00e8vres ourl\u00e9es de ce temps qui s&rsquo;\u00e9teint, Au d\u00e9tour de ce sein qui \u00e0 peine ind\u00e9cent Se d\u00e9pose en neige sous le doigt dilettant, Elle \u00e9crit avenir et r\u00e9clame en latin Que les vents de l&rsquo;enfin d\u00e9fra\u00eechissent la fleur Que les yeux des mineurs ont pri\u00e9 sans enclin ; Elle agite en odeur [&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":"La bave des libellules: http:\/\/wp.me\/pRmGm-4Y","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-308","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-4Y","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308","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=308"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=308"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=308"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=308"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}