{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"ICON-ICON","provider_url":"http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/en\/","author_name":"Icon-Icon","author_url":"http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/en\/author\/icon\/","title":"Les Po\u00e9sies d\u2019Amour - ICON-ICON","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"Bem99WGrq4\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/en\/produit\/les-poesies-damour\/\">Les Po\u00e9sies d\u2019Amour<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/en\/produit\/les-poesies-damour\/embed\/#?secret=Bem99WGrq4\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Les Po\u00e9sies d\u2019Amour&#8221; &#8212; ICON-ICON\" data-secret=\"Bem99WGrq4\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/www.icon-icon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/Les-poesies-de-l-amour-copy-1.jpg","thumbnail_width":500,"thumbnail_height":500,"description":"&nbsp; Icon-Icon Opinion :  The work of a great poetess \u2014 Marina Tsveta\u00efeva delivers here an approach that cannot easily be assimilated to love poetry\u2026 \u201cSince I could have stopped writing poems, I could also one day stop loving. So I will die. And it will of course be suicide, because my desire for love is entirely a desire for death,\u201d she wrote in 1919, before choosing exile from her native Russia. Author : Marina Tsveta\u00efeva Publishing House : Circe Release Date : November 2015 \u201cEach verse is a child of love,\u201d wrote Marina Tsvetaeva. But if the amorous exacerbation, the passionate energy is indeed one of the characteristics of his work, what strikes above all, beyond the infinite list of male or female \"muses\", is that it is not very little assimilable to love poetry, classical or modern."}