{"id":3893,"date":"2011-02-10T08:51:22","date_gmt":"2011-02-10T08:51:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/?p=3893"},"modified":"2011-03-20T07:31:53","modified_gmt":"2011-03-20T07:31:53","slug":"1893-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/2011\/02\/10\/1893-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Le temple est en ruine au haut du promontoire. \u2014 1893 (10)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; <strong>Jos\u00e9 Maria de Heredia<\/strong> &#8211; <em>Les Troph\u00e9es<\/em>&#8211;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">L&rsquo;oubli<br \/>\n<\/span><br \/>\nLe temple est en ruine au haut du promontoire.<br \/>\nEt la mort a m\u00eal\u00e9, dans ce fauve terrain,<br \/>\nLes D\u00e9esses de marbre et les h\u00e9ros d&rsquo;airain<br \/>\nDont l&rsquo;herbe solitaire ensevelit la gloire.<\/p>\n<p>Seul, parfois, un bouvier menant ses buffles boire,<br \/>\nDe sa conque o\u00f9 soupire un antique refrain<br \/>\nEmplissant le ciel calme et l&rsquo;horizon marin,<br \/>\nSur l&rsquo;azur infini dresse sa forme noire.<\/p>\n<p>La Terre maternelle et douce aux anciens Dieux<br \/>\nFait \u00e0 chaque printemps, vainement \u00e9loquente,<br \/>\nAu chapiteau bris\u00e9 verdir une autre acanthe;<\/p>\n<p>Mais l&rsquo;Homme indiff\u00e9rent au r\u00eave des a\u00efeux<br \/>\nEcoute sans fr\u00e9mir, du fond des nuits sereines,<br \/>\nLa Mer qui se lamente en pleurant les Sir\u00e8nes.<\/p>\n<p>Q15 &#8211; T30<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; Jos\u00e9 Maria de Heredia &#8211; Les Troph\u00e9es&#8211; L&rsquo;oubli Le temple est en ruine au haut du promontoire. Et la mort a m\u00eal\u00e9, dans ce fauve terrain, Les D\u00e9esses de marbre et les h\u00e9ros d&rsquo;airain Dont l&rsquo;herbe solitaire ensevelit la gloire. Seul, parfois, un bouvier menant ses buffles boire, De sa conque o\u00f9 soupire un &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/2011\/02\/10\/1893-10\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Le temple est en ruine au haut du promontoire. \u2014 1893 (10)<\/span>  <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":15,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1357,1097,1356,1122],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3893","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-malh","category-q15","category-rons-2","category-t30-cdd-cee"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3893","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/15"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3893"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10676,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3893\/revisions\/10676"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}