{"id":4138,"date":"2022-07-03T09:03:31","date_gmt":"2022-07-03T07:03:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/photo.stanislasleroy.fr\/?page_id=4138"},"modified":"2025-12-20T16:02:40","modified_gmt":"2025-12-20T16:02:40","slug":"poemes","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/poemes\/","title":{"rendered":"Po\u00e8mes"},"content":{"rendered":"<ul class=\"wp-block-latest-posts__list has-dates wp-block-latest-posts\"><li><a class=\"wp-block-latest-posts__post-title\" href=\"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/2020\/12\/02\/le-train\/\">Le train<\/a><time datetime=\"2020-12-02T23:44:00+00:00\" class=\"wp-block-latest-posts__post-date\">d\u00e9cembre 2, 2020<\/time><div class=\"wp-block-latest-posts__post-full-content\"><!-- wp:paragraph -->\n<p>Il est un monde beau comme une gravure<br>O\u00f9 le vert est puissant et le bleu d\u2019azur.<br>L\u2019aube se l\u00e8ve et avec elle l\u2019astre solaire,<br>Voici que s\u2019efface le paysage, nimb\u00e9 d\u2019\u00e9ther.<br>\u00c0\u00a0nos yeux s\u2019offre un splendide tableau<br>Que la nature divine offre en cadeau.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph -->\n<p>La vie s\u2019\u00e9veille dans le chant du matin,<br>Oubli\u00e9e la lune que personne jamais n\u2019atteint.<br>Rien ne trouble l\u2019eau qui dort,<br>Pas m\u00eame l\u2019Aquilon qui mord.<br>Et d\u2019elle jaillit le miroir du monde<br>D\u2019o\u00f9 rayonne une lumi\u00e8re f\u00e9conde.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph -->\n<p>File le train, d\u00e9file l\u2019horizon,<br>Au loin se dressent des donjons,<br>Vestiges d\u2019un tumultueux pass\u00e9,<br>Vestiges un peu plus chaque ann\u00e9e.<br>L\u2019\u00e9toile de feu annonce son sillage<br>Et enflamme de vie les villages.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph -->\n<p>Ville qui luit, ville qui bruit,<br>\u00d4 ville jadis pleine de vie,<br>Tes plaies sont s\u00e9v\u00e8res,<br>Et tes larmes am\u00e8res.<br>Tu souffres d\u2019abondance<br>Dans ton corps immense.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph -->\n<p>Erre un paysan, perdu, hagard,<br>Pusillanime, il d\u00e9tourne le regard,<br>Il va comme un claquedent dans son trou.<br>Pour un temps encore, l\u2019homme est debout,<br>Avec pour tout viatique, ses souvenirs,<br>Pour plonger seul dans l\u2019avenir.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph --><\/div><\/li>\n<\/ul>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4138","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4138","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4138"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4793,"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4138\/revisions\/4793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stanislasleroy.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}