Donnons, ma double fl\u00fbte, un concert inou\u00ef,
\nJuin tend ses bras d\u2019ambre au soleil \u00e9bloui,
\nLa gu\u00eape fait vibrer ses blondes castagnettes,
\nLes pollens odorants pars\u00e8ment leurs miettes,
\nLes jardins sont p\u00e9tris de roses et de miel
\nEt l\u2019eau dans son \u00e9charpe \u00e0 la couleur du ciel.
\nL\u2019\u00e9table est en rumeur, car la brebis agnelle,
\nLa fermi\u00e8re a rempli la br\u00fblante \u00e9cuelle
\nO\u00f9 palpite le lait. L\u2019\u00e9table est en rumeur.
\nLe b\u0153uf massif rumine un \u00e9norme labeur
\nEn un coin et son \u0153il surveille l\u2019agnelage.
\nTout un pr\u00e9 dess\u00e9ch\u00e9 compose le fourrage
\nDes chevaux hennissants aux naseaux onctueux
\nQui piaffent, r\u00eaveurs des grands horizons bleus.
\nLa lucarne arrondit l\u2019azur de sa prunelle
\nAnnon\u00e7ant que le jour sur la terre ruisselle,
\nQu\u2019il fera bon fouler des mottes sous son pied
\nEt que le chat se lave assis sur l\u2019escalier.
\nAu dehors, c\u2019est le temps que le bl\u00e9 roux \u00e9pie,
\nAvec un soin nouveau la faucille est fourbie,
\nL\u2019abeille a devin\u00e9 ce massacre des bl\u00e9s
\nEt les fr\u00f4le en passant de baisers envol\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Suspendons la ros\u00e9e au fil de l\u2019araign\u00e9e,
\n\u00c0 la branche nombreuse et de rayons baign\u00e9e,
\nMarions l\u2019alouette au matin et chantons
\nTandis que va craquer le corset des boutons,
\nTandis que sur son nid pour l\u2019hymne qu\u2019il d\u00e9ferle
\nDans sa gorge un oiseau fait tr\u00e9pigner des perles
\nEt qu\u2019un lourd papillon par l\u2019amour affal\u00e9
\nRebondit sur le sol en semant son duvet.
\nQu\u2019on surprenne le pas d\u2019un frelon qui pi\u00e9tine
\nSur la mamelle longue et mauve des glycines
\nEt le doux froissement de l\u2019arbre qui s\u2019endort.
\nLa nuit somnolera dans un silence d\u2019or ;
\nOn entendra les chars s\u2019engluer dans l\u2019orni\u00e8re,
\nLe soleil \u00e9branler son moulin de lumi\u00e8re,
\nBruiner les bouleaux, chuchoter les ajoncs
\nEt sous les marronniers tomber mat les marrons
\nQuand, pareille au verdier, la touffe de prairie
\nS\u2019\u00e9bouriffe et s\u2019\u00e9goutte apr\u00e8s un temps de pluie.
\nLa terre qui regarde aux fleurs de ses jardins
\nJouer la lune blanche et le petit matin
\nNous conduira dans l\u2019air o\u00f9 sa valse s\u2019\u00e9lance.
\nLes bras arrondiront, vivants, leurs fermes anses,
\nLes baisers de la chair se mouilleront d\u2019amour,
\nLa p\u00eache aura son eau, sa courbe, son velours
\nEt le fr\u00e9missement qui la berce en sa feuille :
\nOn palpera le vers comme un raisin qu\u2019on cueille.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Ainsi je me r\u00e9veille avec l\u2019herbe et l\u2019oiseau
\nPour que mon chant d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 soit celui des rameaux ;
\nLa rose va crever sa coque de feuillage,
\nJe veux surprendre au jour l\u2019\u00e9clat de son jeune \u00e2ge
\nEt savoir ce qui g\u00eete au creux des bons terriers.
\nLe temps peut s\u2019effriter au choc des sabliers,
\nD\u2019une qu\u00eateuse main je recueille sa cendre
\nEt j\u2019en fais sous les pleurs que mon \u0153il sait r\u00e9pandre
\nQuelque utile mortier que s\u00e8che le soleil.<\/p>\n
Je chante et les bourgeons sortent de leur sommeil.<\/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":[561],"poems-book":[562],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[565],"class_list":["post-12200","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-tandis-que-la-terre-tourne","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n