{"id":4880,"date":"2011-02-13T06:50:07","date_gmt":"2011-02-13T06:50:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/?p=4880"},"modified":"2011-03-12T07:52:46","modified_gmt":"2011-03-12T07:52:46","slug":"1911-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/2011\/02\/13\/1911-9\/","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019ennui tombe sur moi comme un lourd cr\u00e9puscule. \u2014 1911 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; <strong>L\u00e9once Cubelier de Bagnac <\/strong><em>La naissance du verbe<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">La lampe<br \/>\n<\/span><br \/>\nL\u2019ennui tombe sur moi comme un lourd cr\u00e9puscule.<br \/>\nMa chambre est pleine d\u2019ombre &amp; mon c\u0153ur est d\u00e9sert.<br \/>\nEspoirs, regrets, d\u00e9sirs, tout est mort\u00a0! et dans l\u2019air,<br \/>\nJe ne sais quoi de morne et de glac\u00e9 circule.<\/p>\n<p>Mon \u00e2me, o\u00f9 tout le deuil des choses s\u2019accumule,<br \/>\nTremble, devant le soir, d\u2019un grand frisson amer.<br \/>\nL\u2019horizon a sombr\u00e9 dans la brume d\u2019hiver \u2026<br \/>\nOn dirait que la vie, incertaine, recule.<\/p>\n<p>Je vais mettre tr\u00e8s haut ma lampe &amp; ma pens\u00e9e,<br \/>\nPour que, si quelque ami, passant sur la chauss\u00e9e,<br \/>\nVers mon humble logis vient \u00e0 lever les yeux\u00a0;<\/p>\n<p>Ou bien, si quelque r\u00eave \u00e9gar\u00e9 dans les cieux<br \/>\nCherche, pour s\u2019y poser, un \u00e2me triste et tendre,<br \/>\nL\u2019ami songe \u00e0 monter, et le r\u00eave \u00e0 descendre.<\/p>\n<p>Mon front trop lourd s\u2019incline \u2013 et je suis las d\u2019attendre.<br \/>\nVoici que le jour point, ma lampe va mourir \u2026<br \/>\nIls ne sont pas venus, ceux qui devaient venir.<\/p>\n<p>Q15\u00a0 T13\u00a0 + eff\u00a0 17v<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; L\u00e9once Cubelier de Bagnac La naissance du verbe La lampe L\u2019ennui tombe sur moi comme un lourd cr\u00e9puscule. Ma chambre est pleine d\u2019ombre &amp; mon c\u0153ur est d\u00e9sert. Espoirs, regrets, d\u00e9sirs, tout est mort\u00a0! et dans l\u2019air, Je ne sais quoi de morne et de glac\u00e9 circule. Mon \u00e2me, o\u00f9 tout le deuil des &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/2011\/02\/13\/1911-9\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">L\u2019ennui tombe sur moi comme un lourd cr\u00e9puscule. \u2014 1911 (9)<\/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":[1357,1319,1097,1096],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-malh","category-caudato","category-q15","category-t13"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4880","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=4880"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10490,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4880\/revisions\/10490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.oulipo.net\/qc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}