Vivre du vert des pr\u00e9s et du bleu des collines,
\nDes arbres racineux qui grimpent aux ravines,
\nDes ruisseaux \u00e9blouis de l\u2019argent des poissons ;
\nVivre du cliquetis all\u00e8gre des moissons,
\nDu clair hal\u00e8tement des sources remu\u00e9es,
\nDes matins de printemps qui soufflent leurs bu\u00e9es,
\nDes octobres semeurs de feuilles et de fruits
\nEt de l\u2019enchantement lunaire au long des nuits
\nQue disent les crapauds sonores dans les tr\u00e8fles.
\nVivre na\u00efvement de sorbes et de n\u00e8fles,
\nGratter de la spatule une \u00e9cuelle en bois,
\nAvoir les doigts amers ayant gaul\u00e9 des noix
\nEt voir, ronds et cr\u00e9meux, sur l\u2019\u00e9mail des assiettes,
\nDes fromages caill\u00e9s couverts de sariettes.
\nNe rien savoir du monde o\u00f9 l\u2019amour est cruel,
\nProdiguer des baisers sagement sensuels
\nAyant le go\u00fbt du miel et des roses ouvertes
\nOu d\u2019une aigre douceur comme les prunes vertes
\n\u00c0 l\u2019ami que bien seule on poss\u00e8de en secret.
\nEnsemble recueillir le nombre des for\u00eats,
\nCaresser dans son or brumeux l\u2019horizon courbe,
\nCourir dans l\u2019infini sans entendre la tourbe
\nBruire \u00e9trangement sous la vie et la mort,
\nIgnorer le d\u00e9sir qui ronge en vain son mors,
\nLa st\u00e9rile pudeur et le tourment des gloses ;
\nSe tenir embrass\u00e9s sur le n\u00e9ant des choses
\nSans souci d\u2019\u00eatre grands ni de se d\u00e9finir,
\nNe prendre de soleil que ce qu\u2019on peut tenir
\nEt toujours conservant le rythme et la mesure
\nVers l\u2019accomplissement marcher d\u2019une \u00e2me s\u00fbre.
\nVoir sans l\u2019interroger s\u2019\u00e9couler son destin,
\nAccepter les chardons s\u2019il en pousse en chemin,
\nCroire que le fatal a d\u00e9cid\u00e9 la pente
\nEt faire simplement son devoir d\u2019eau courante.
\nAh ! vivre ainsi, donner seulement ce qu\u2019on a,
\nRepousser le rayon que l\u2019orgueil butina,
\nN\u2019avoir que robe en lin et chapelet de feuilles,
\nMais jouir en son plein de la figue qu\u2019on cueille,
\nAvoir comme une nonne un sentiment d\u2019oiseau
\nCroire que tout est bon parce que tout est beau,
\nSemer l\u2019hysope franche et n\u2019aimer que sa joie
\nParmi l\u2019agneau de laine et la ch\u00e8vre de soie.<\/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":[949,334,346],"poete":[565],"class_list":["post-12214","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-tandis-que-la-terre-tourne","poemes-theme-authenticite","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-carpe-diem","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n