Vois, j\u2019ai trouv\u00e9 dans l\u2019herbe une abeille engourdie,
\nSon aile ne luit plus \u00e0 travers les rayons,
\nSon ventre duveteux o\u00f9 ne bat plus la vie
\nLaisse sortir le jet dolent de l\u2019aiguillon<\/p>\n
Pose-la sur ta main ; elle n\u2019est plus m\u00e9chante,
\nElle est molle \u00e0 toucher comme un coton de fleur ;
\nNi le chant de l\u2019oiseau ni l\u2019odeur de la menthe,
\nNe la r\u00e9veilleront de sa longue torpeur.<\/p>\n
Elle est morte. Le jour ne se souvient pas d\u2019elle ;
\nD\u2019autres s\u2019\u00e9jouiront du miel qu\u2019elle a pill\u00e9 ;
\nLa rose qui la tint sur sa jeune mamelle
\nOffre aux frelons goulus son corset d\u00e9pli\u00e9.<\/p>\n
De tout son beau d\u00e9sir qui lui faisait une \u00e2me
\nElle est d\u00e9poss\u00e9d\u00e9e et para\u00eet maintenant
\nComme le ver luisant qui n\u2019aurait plus sa flamme :
\nLa nuit s\u2019est faite en elle et r\u00f4de sur son flanc.<\/p>\n
Elle est comme les gens qu\u2019on cache dans des caisses
\nEt qui semblent n\u2019avoir rien aim\u00e9 ni rien su.
\nParce qu\u2019elle n\u2019a plus d\u2019essor ni d\u2019all\u00e9gresse
\nLa campagne l\u2019ignore et nous marchons dessus.<\/p>\n
Elle-m\u00eame sans voix s\u2019abandonne au silence,
\nIl faut courber le front quand les temps sont venus.
\nRegarde, l\u2019aiguillon dans sa molle ind\u00e9cence
\nEst pareil \u00e0 l\u2019instinct qui ne r\u00e9siste plus.<\/p>\n
On voit ainsi les morts tirer leurs langues vertes
\nComme pour faire encor plus de vide en leur sein,
\nEt descendre au n\u00e9ant, les paupi\u00e8res ouvertes,
\nFr\u00f4lant d\u2019un \u0153il aveugle une ombre sans matin.<\/p>\n
Cette abeille n\u2019est plus, cette \u00e9tincelle est morte ;
\nComprends-tu bien la nuit et l\u2019immobilit\u00e9 ?
\nLa chatte saute apr\u00e8s les mouches de la porte ;
\nViens jouer, c\u2019est la joie au jardin, c\u2019est l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9.<\/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-12249","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-lame-en-bourgeon","poete-cecile-sauvage"],"yoast_head":"\n