{"id":562,"date":"2018-07-31T10:25:32","date_gmt":"2018-07-31T09:25:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/?page_id=562"},"modified":"2020-01-31T21:09:34","modified_gmt":"2020-01-31T20:09:34","slug":"le-jardin","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/mots-et-images\/sombres-sonnets\/le-jardin\/","title":{"rendered":"Le jardin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"362\" height=\"400\" src=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/roses-1.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1052\" srcset=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/roses-1.png 362w, http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/roses-1-272x300.png 272w, http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/roses-1-136x150.png 136w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 362px) 100vw, 362px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>\nDu jardin, dame Rose est la plus belle fleur.<br>Tu es celle qu&rsquo;on voit, qu\u2019on adule, qu&rsquo;on cueille.<br>Tes p\u00e9tales irradient. Moi je n&rsquo;ai que des feuilles.<br>Mais fi de jalousie. Je prends de la hauteur.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ils n\u2019ont d\u2019yeux que pour toi, moi je reste invisible<br>Comme un laid liseron, je serpente et j&rsquo;enserre.<br>Tu es leur \u00e9g\u00e9rie, tu es irr\u00e9sistible.<br>J&rsquo;avoue, je t&rsquo;ai envi\u00e9e, du moins jusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 hier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ton vase et leur amour, de rides en rivales,<br>S\u2019ass\u00e8chent. Ta beaut\u00e9 se fane et, sans p\u00e9tale,<br>Tu n&rsquo;as plus \u00e0 offrir que de sombres \u00e9pines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De ma racine ancr\u00e9e jusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 ma haute cime,<br>\u00c9clatent mes bourgeons, et d&rsquo;un mauve sublime<br>Recouvrent tous les murs. Je m&rsquo;appelle Glycine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Du jardin, dame Rose est la plus belle fleur.Tu es celle qu&rsquo;on voit, qu\u2019on adule, qu&rsquo;on cueille.Tes p\u00e9tales irradient. Moi je n&rsquo;ai que des feuilles.Mais fi de jalousie. Je prends de la hauteur. Ils n\u2019ont d\u2019yeux que pour toi, moi je reste invisibleComme un laid liseron, je serpente et j&rsquo;enserre.Tu \u2026 <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/mots-et-images\/sombres-sonnets\/le-jardin\/\"> Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr; <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":69,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-562","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/562","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=562"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1053,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/562\/revisions\/1053"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/69"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/imaginailes.fr\/automne\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}