Marie, baisez-moi ; non, ne me baisez pas,
\nMais tirez-moi le coeur de votre douce haleine ;
\nNon, ne le tirez pas, mais hors de chaque veine
\nSucez-moi toute l’\u00e2me \u00e9parse entre vos bras ;<\/p>\n
Non, ne la sucez pas ; car apr\u00e8s le tr\u00e9pas
\nQue serais-je sinon une semblance vaine,
\nSans corps, dessus la rive, o\u00f9 l’amour ne d\u00e9m\u00e8ne
\n(Pardonne-moi, Pluton) qu’en feintes ses \u00e9bats ?<\/p>\n
Pendant que nous vivons, entr’aimons-nous, Marie,
\nAmour ne r\u00e8gne pas sur la troupe bl\u00eamie
\nDes morts, qui sont sill\u00e9s d’un long somme de fer.<\/p>\n
C’est abus que Pluton ait aim\u00e9 Proserpine ;
\nSi doux soin n’entre point en si dure poitrine :
\nAmour r\u00e8gne en la terre et non point en enfer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[231],"poems-book":[469],"poemes-theme":[236],"poete":[229],"class_list":["post-10579","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-231","poems-book-second-livre-des-amours","poemes-theme-sonnet","poete-pierre-de-ronsard"],"yoast_head":"\n