La nuit ouvre son vaste et morne papillon
\nClou\u00e9 d\u2019\u00e9pingles d\u2019or sur le mur du silence ;
\nDans le calme on n\u2019entend que la pulsation
\nDe la terre qui roule et nous prend dans sa danse ;
\nMais l\u2019aube de ros\u00e9e, un oiseau sur son c\u0153ur,
\nVa revenir demain, choquant ses castagnettes,
\nLa lune effacera sa courbe de lueur :
\nGlissons d\u2019un pas l\u00e9ger sur les herbes secr\u00e8tes.
\nLa vieillesse est si loin, tant de coquelicots
\nOnt encore \u00e0 fleurir en d\u00e9fripant leurs langes.
\nIl faut que les vergers crottent les abricots,
\nQue la tonte du bl\u00e9 pr\u00e9c\u00e8de les vendanges ;
\nPuis, l\u2019hiver passera courb\u00e9 sous un fagot,
\nLa b\u00fbche flambera comme un soleil en chambre ;
\nOn n\u2019aura pas le temps d\u2019accrocher ses sabots
\nQue Mars blond et mouill\u00e9 groupera sa fleur d\u2019ambre.<\/p>\n
Tournons dans le rondeau gracieux des saisons
\nTandis que nos moutons paissent le foin qui pousse ;
\nPeut-\u00eatre que les loups pr\u00e9f\u00e8rent le gazon
\nAux agneaux et le manger tendre de la mousse.
\nIgnorons la rafale et ses vols de corbeaux,
\nLa vigne qui para\u00eet au mur crucifi\u00e9e,
\nLa rose larmoyante au-dessus des tombeaux,
\nLa cl\u00e9 du cimeti\u00e8re avec sa voix rouill\u00e9e.
\nPourquoi nourrir un c\u0153ur creus\u00e9 par les frelons ?
\nHeureux ceux dont la t\u00eate est vide de pens\u00e9es,
\nHeureux le roi biblique entre ses \u00e9talons
\nCapara\u00e7onn\u00e9s d\u2019or et de franges press\u00e9es ;
\nHeureux ses lourds colliers dans leur morte clart\u00e9,
\nHeureux qui met sa chair au soleil et l\u2019y gonfle
\nD\u2019un pu\u00e9ril orgueil et d\u2019un sucre d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nComme l\u2019insecte noir qui butine et qui ronfle.<\/p>\n
Ah ! tandis que s\u2019en vont les vagues de la mer
\nVers un horizon bleu qui sans cesse recule,
\nRest\u00e9e \u00e0 m\u2019attendrir sous les rayons amers,
\nJe tombe dans la nuit de tout animalcule.
\nAvec le bruit feuillu d\u2019un arbre balanc\u00e9,
\nL\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 danse en ployant son ombrelle de lierre
\nEt je pi\u00e9tine au creux du tr\u00e8fle rebrouss\u00e9
\nDans la cloche d\u2019azur qui prend toute la terre.<\/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-12227","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-tandis-que-la-terre-tourne","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n