FLORENT FELS<\/p>\n
Quand l\u2019\u00c9v\u00eaque mourut, le Diable apparut,
\nUn vieux diable qui fr\u00e9quentait les bordels minces,
\nO\u00f9 les accord\u00e9ons \u00e9voquent des provinces
\nDont la couleur s\u2019\u00e9tale aux almanachs perdus.<\/p>\n
Ce bon diable-l\u00e0, dites, l\u2019avez-vous vu
\nComme un bonze qui s\u2019est d\u00e9v\u00eatu de la Chine,
\nEt puis a consum\u00e9 sa vieille pacotille
\nDans les braises du calumet de l\u2019absolu.<\/p>\n
GEORGES GABORY<\/p>\n
Endymion soufflant la corne de corail
\nDont chaque son r\u00e9v\u00e8le une antique asphod\u00e8le,
\nS\u2019attarde \u00e0 pr\u00e9parer dans la for\u00eat du mal
\nL\u2019air qui rendra toutes les filles criminelles.<\/p>\n
ROBERT MORTIER<\/p>\n
Une maison et puis une maison \u2013 toute blanche
\nAvec une route rose en terre battue ;
\nLe tourbillonnement du soleil d\u00e9v\u00eatu,
\nEt des collines, loin, dont la soie s\u2019effiloche.<\/p>\n
Suivant l\u2019inclinaison de l\u2019astre qui descend,
\nUne colline, et loin, un vieux clocher pointu,
\nUn vieux clocher, l\u00e0-bas, tout nu et tout tordu
\nEt la marguerite \u2013 espoir dans les doigts d\u2019un passant.<\/p>\n
MARGUERITE JAMOIS<\/p>\n
Comme un lis dans le c\u0153ur du clo\u00eetre d\u00e9sol\u00e9
\nAutour duquel ramage un antique silence,
\nVous vous bercez, \u00f4 s\u0153ur, au silence qui pense
\nDans le silence qu\u2019ici-bas vous r\u00e9pandez.<\/p>\n
SIMONE DULAC<\/p>\n
\u00d4 princesse escort\u00e9e de mille n\u00e9grillons
\nTes parures sont des pierres talismaniques
\nMais ton c\u0153ur d\u00e9bordant de gr\u00e2ces prolifiques
\nNous consume d\u2019autres rayons.<\/p>\n
G\u00c9NICA ATANASIOU<\/p>\n
La merveilleuse nuit p\u00e9piante d\u2019\u00e9toiles
\nQui nous contemple du centre de l\u2019Empyr\u00e9e
\nN\u2019\u00e9gale pas pour nous ton visage de lait
\nNi les lunaires fleurs de tes yeux de topaze.<\/p>\n
CHARLES DULLIN<\/p>\n
Dans le mortel jardin que la foudre a frapp\u00e9
\nVous \u00eates ce figuier qui marmonne \u00e0 voix basse,
\nCe noir figuier br\u00fbl\u00e9 qui marmonne et ressasse
\nUn vieux tourment venu des \u00e2ges oubli\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Vous \u00eates ce figuier que la foudre a mang\u00e9,
\n\u00c0 la face marqu\u00e9e des griffes du tonnerre,
\n\u00d4 vieux figuier sorcier qui ravagez la terre
\nAvec le soc de vos racines \u00e9mascul\u00e9es.<\/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":[],"poems-book":[492],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[518],"class_list":["post-10907","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poems-book-premieres-poesies-artaud","poete-antonin-artaud"],"yoast_head":"\n