On te mit \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 de moi dans le grand lit,
\nLa veilleuse jetait son rayon affaibli,
\nLa garde s\u2019endormait devant le feu de ch\u00eane.
\nEntre mon \u00eatre et toi tremblait encor la cha\u00eene
\nDe notre intimit\u00e9 farouche des longs mois ;
\nJe te sentais encor bouger du pied en moi
\nEt je craignais de voir cette petite chose
\nDont le souffle \u00e9tait bas comme un soupir de rose.
\nMais l\u2019instinct fut plus fort que le r\u00eave. Je vis
\nTa forme de momie-enfant au creux du lit.
\nTes yeux de couleur trouble \u00e9taient dans la p\u00e9nombre
\nGrands ouverts, tes deux yeux encor pleins de mon ombre.
\nTon air \u00e9tait s\u00e9v\u00e8re et triste. Suivais-tu
\nDans l\u2019espace l\u2019essor de ton destin t\u00eatu ?
\nPeut-\u00eatre ton esprit t\u00e2tonnant sur la vie
\nVoulait-il retrouver mon \u00e9treinte ravie ;
\nPeut-\u00eatre \u00e9prouvais-tu dans ce premier \u00e9veil
\nL\u2019\u00e9tonnement d\u2019un dieu qui sort de son sommeil,
\nOu bien simple animal \u00e9clos pour l\u2019aventure
\nContemplais-tu l\u2019orgueil muet de la nature.
\nSi fr\u00eale, si menu, tout l\u2019humain rabougri
\nSe ridait sur ta face o\u00f9 songeaient tes yeux gris ;
\nTa bouche avait ces plis amers d\u2019exp\u00e9rience
\nEt ce d\u00e9dain railleur qu\u2019offre la connaissance.
\nPetit vieux insensible au feu de mon regard,
\nTu ressemblais \u00e0 ceux qui sentent le d\u00e9part
\nTr\u00e8s proche, ceux qui vont pench\u00e9s et solitaires
\nAvec l\u2019air de rentrer d\u00e9j\u00e0 dans le myst\u00e8re.
\nJe te voyais sorti de l\u2019antre n\u00e9buleux
\nEt pour toi j\u2019avais froid, \u00f4 mon secret frileux,
\nToi sur qui mes regards int\u00e9rieurs pleur\u00e8rent,
\nToi qui courbais mon ciel sur ta petite sph\u00e8re ;
\nLes bras \u00e9vanouis, qui t\u2019avaient caress\u00e9
\nDans mon sein, renaissaient en moi pour t\u2019enlacer,
\nPuis ces bras lentement dans l\u2019ombre retomb\u00e8rent
\nSentant que tu venais d\u2019\u00e9clore pour 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":[563],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[565],"class_list":["post-12243","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-lame-en-bourgeon","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n