L\u2019inimiti\u00e9 que je te porte.
\nPasse celle, tant elle est forte,
\nDes aigneaux et des loups,
\nVieille sorci\u00e8re deshont\u00e9e,
\nQue les bourreaux ont fouett\u00e9e
\nTe honnissant de coups.<\/p>\n
Tirant apr\u00e8s toy une presse
\nD\u2019hommes et de femmes espesse,
\nTu monstrois nud le flanc.
\nEt monstrois nud parmy la rue
\nL\u2019estomac, et l\u2019espaule nue
\nRougissante de sang.<\/p>\n
Mais la peine fut bien petite.
\nSi lon balance ton m\u00e9rite :
\nLe Ciel ne devoit pas
\nPardonner \u00e0 si lasche teste,
\nAins il devoit de sa tempeste
\nL\u2019acravanter \u00e0 bas.<\/p>\n
La Terre m\u00e8re encor pleurante
\nDes Geans la mort violante
\nBruslez du feu des cieux,
\n(Te laschant de son ventre \u00e0 peine)
\nT\u2019engendra, vieille, pour la haine
\nQu\u2019elle portait aux Dieux.<\/p>\n
Tu s\u00e7ais que vaut mixtionn\u00e9e
\nLa drogue qui nous est donn\u00e9e
\nDes pays chaleureux.
\nEt en quel mois, en quelles heures
\nLes fleurs des femmes sont meilleures
\nAu breuvage amoureux.<\/p>\n
Nulle herbe, soit elle aux montagnes.
\nOu soit venimeuse aux campagnes,
\nTes yeux sorciers ne fuit.
\nQue tu as mille fois coup\u00e9e
\nD\u2019une serpe d\u2019airain courb\u00e9e,
\nB\u00e9ant contre la nuit.<\/p>\n
Le soir, quand la Lune fouette
\nSes chevaux par la nuict muette,
\nPleine de rage, alors
\nVoilant ta furieuse teste
\nDe la peau d\u2019une estrange beste
\nTu t\u2019eslances dehors.<\/p>\n
Au seul soufler de son haleine
\nLes chiens effroyez par la plaine
\nAguisent leurs abois :
\nLes fleuves contremont reculent.
\nLes loups effroyablement hurlent
\nApres toy par les bois.
\nAdonc par les lieux solitaires.
\nEt par l\u2019horreur des cimetaires
\nO\u00f9 tu hantes le plus,
\nAu son des vers que tu murmures
\nLes corps des morts tu des-emmures
\nDe leurs tombeaux reclus.<\/p>\n
Vestant de l\u2019un l\u2019image vaine
\nTu viens effroyer d\u2019une peine
\n(Rebarbotant un sort)
\nQuelque veufve qui se tourmente,
\nOu quelque m\u00e8re qui lamente
\nSon seul h\u00e9ritier mort.<\/p>\n
Tu fais que la Lune enchant\u00e9e
\nMarche par l\u2019air toute argent\u00e9e,
\nLuy dardant d\u2019icy bas
\nTelle couleur aux joues p\u00e2lies.
\nQue le son de mille cymbales
\nNe divertiroit pas.<\/p>\n
Tu es la frayeur du village :
\nChacun craignant ton sorcelage
\nTe ferme sa maison.
\nTremblant de peur que tu ne taches
\nSes b\u0153ufs, ses moutons et ses vaches
\nDu just de ta poison.<\/p>\n
J \u2019ay veu souvent ton \u0153il senestre.
\nTrois fois regardant de loin paistre
\nLa guide du troupeau.
\nL\u2019ensorceler de telle sorte.
\nQue tost apr\u00e8s je la vy morte
\nEt les vers sur la peau.<\/p>\n
Comme toy, Med\u00e9e ex\u00e9crable
\nFut bien quelquefois profitable :
\nSes venins ont servy,
\nReverdissant d\u2019Eson l\u2019escorce :
\nAu contraire, tu m\u2019as par force
\nMon beau printemps ravy.
\nDieux ! si l\u00e0 haut piti\u00e9 demeure,
\nPour recompense qu\u2019elle meure,
\nEt ses os diffamez
\nPrivez d\u2019honneur de s\u00e9pulture,
\nSoient des oiseaux goulus pasture,
\nEt des chiens affamez.<\/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":[467],"poems-book":[470],"poemes-theme":[360,376],"poete":[229],"class_list":["post-10595","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-467","poems-book-les-odes","poemes-theme-haine","poemes-theme-malheur","poete-pierre-de-ronsard"],"yoast_head":"\n