Sors de ta chrysalide, \u00f4 mon \u00e2me, voici
\nL\u2019Automne. Un long baiser du soleil a roussi
\nLes \u00e9tangs ; les lointains sont vermeils de feuillage,
\nLe flexible arc-en-ciel a retenu l\u2019orage
\nSur sa vo\u00fbte o\u00f9 se fond la clart\u00e9 d\u2019un vitrail ;
\nLa brume des terrains r\u00f4de autour du b\u00e9tail
\nEt parfois le soleil que le brouillard efface
\nEst rond comme la lune aux marges de l\u2019espace.
\nMon \u00e2me, sors de l\u2019ombre \u00e9paisse de ta chair :
\nC\u2019est le temps dans les pr\u00e9s o\u00f9 le silence est clair,
\nO\u00f9 le vent, suspendant son aile de froidure,
\nBerce dans les rameaux un r\u00eave d\u2019aventure
\nEt fait choir en jouant avec ses doigts bourrus
\nLa feuille jaune autour des peupliers pointus.
\nLa libellule vole avec un cri d\u2019automne
\nDans ses r\u00e9seaux cassants ; la brebis monotone
\nA l\u2019enrouement f\u00eal\u00e9 des branches dans la voix ;
\nLa lumi\u00e8re en faisceaux bruine sur les bois.
\nMon \u00e2me en robe d\u2019or faite de feuilles mortes
\nSe donne au tourbillon que la rafale apporte
\nEt chavire au soleil sur la pointe du pied
\nPlus vive qu\u2019en avril le sauvage \u00e9glantier ;
\nCependant que de loin elle voit sur la porte,
\n\u00c9coutant jusqu\u2019au seuil rouler des feuilles mortes,
\nMon pauvre corps courb\u00e9 dans son ch\u00e2le d\u2019hiver.
\nEt mon \u00e2me se sent \u00e9trang\u00e8re \u00e0 ma chair.
\nPourtant, docilement, lorsque les vitres closes
\nRefl\u00e8teront au soir la fleur des lampes roses,
\nElle regagnera le masque familier,
\nEt, servante modeste avec un tablier,
\nElle trottinera dans les chambres am\u00e8res
\nEn retenant des mains le sanglot des chim\u00e8res.<\/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":[336,238],"poete":[565],"class_list":["post-12223","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-tandis-que-la-terre-tourne","poemes-theme-automne","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n