{"id":2812,"date":"2009-03-11T13:11:10","date_gmt":"2009-03-11T11:11:10","guid":{"rendered":"\/7alire\/?p=2812"},"modified":"2022-02-06T20:46:56","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T18:46:56","slug":"le-silence-des-mots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/genre\/poesie\/le-silence-des-mots\/","title":{"rendered":"Le Silence des Mots"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2813\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2813\" style=\"width: 425px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2813\" title=\"Le Silence des Mots\" src=\"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-content\/uploads\/silence_mots.jpg\" alt=\"Le Silence des Mots\" width=\"425\" height=\"601\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2813\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Le Silence des Mots<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Recueil de Po\u00e8mes<\/p>\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Et la glycine bleue<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Entoure encore ce soir <\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>De ses vieux bras noueux <\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>La margelle du puit,<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Elle fleurit pour toi<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Au berceau de l\u2019enfance<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>O\u00f9 viennent les oiseaux<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Boire \u00e0 qui le sait<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Au reflet de la lune<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Par une nuit d\u2019avril<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Lorsque les fils d\u2019argent<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Se m\u00e9lent aux sanglots<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Se partagent la brume<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Et se blotissent aux creux<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>De la mousse des bois,<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Humant aux gouttes de ros\u00e9e<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>La fraicheur de tous les matins.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Sur le vieux mur,<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Aux l\u00e9zardes certaines<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>De la vieille maison<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Silencieuse et sereine<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Qui attend le printemps<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Tout pr\u00e9s du banc de pierre<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Avec sur le p\u00e9rron<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Une sensible \u00e9toile<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>Qui se souvient toujours<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>De ton ombre au jardin<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>De tes pas sur le sable<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span lang=\"fr-FR\"><em>En ce jour de juin.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"mh-excerpt\">Recueil de Po\u00e8mes Et la glycine bleue Entoure encore ce soir De ses vieux bras noueux La margelle du puit, Elle fleurit pour toi Au berceau de l\u2019enfance O\u00f9 viennent les oiseaux Boire \u00e0 qui <a class=\"mh-excerpt-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/genre\/poesie\/le-silence-des-mots\/\" title=\"Le Silence des Mots\">[&#8230;]<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[127,49],"tags":[128,3637],"coauthors":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2812","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category--durrieu-malet-jakie","7":"category-poesie","8":"tag-jakie-durrieu-malet","9":"tag-poesie"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2812","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2812"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2812\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22591,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2812\/revisions\/22591"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2812"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2812"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2812"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.o-p-i.fr\/7alire\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2812"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}