Dans le jardin, sucr\u00e9 d\u2019\u0153illets et d\u2019aromates,
\nLorsque l\u2019aube a mouill\u00e9 le serpolet touffu,
\nEt que les lourds frelons, suspendus aux tomates,
\nChancellent, de ros\u00e9e et de s\u00e8ve pourvus,<\/p>\n
Je viendrai, sous l\u2019azur et la brume flottante,
\nIvre du temps vivace et du jour retrouv\u00e9,
\nMon c\u0153ur se dressera comme le coq qui chante
\nInsatiablement vers le soleil lev\u00e9.<\/p>\n
L\u2019air chaud sera laiteux sur toute la verdure,
\nSur l\u2019effort g\u00e9n\u00e9reux et prudent des semis,
\nSur la salade vive et le buis des bordures,
\nSur la cosse qui gonfle et qui s\u2019ouvre \u00e0 demi ;<\/p>\n
La terre labour\u00e9e o\u00f9 m\u00fbrissent les graines
\nOndulera, joyeuse et douce, \u00e0 petits flots,
\nHeureuse de sentir dans sa chair souterraine
\nLe destin de la vigne et du froment enclos.<\/p>\n
Des brugnons roussiront sur leurs feuilles, coll\u00e9es
\nAu mur o\u00f9 le soleil s\u2019\u00e9crase chaudement ;
\nLa lumi\u00e8re emplira les \u00e9troites all\u00e9es
\nSur qui l\u2019ombre des fleurs est comme un v\u00eatement,<\/p>\n
Un go\u00fbt d\u2019\u00e9closion et de choses juteuses
\nMontera de la courge humide et du melon,
\nMidi fera flamber l\u2019herbe silencieuse,
\nLe jour sera tranquille, in\u00e9puisable et long.<\/p>\n
Et la maison, avec sa toiture d\u2019ardoises,
\nLaissant sa porte sombre et ses volets ouverts,
\nRespirera l\u2019odeur des coings et des framboises
\n\u00c9parse lourdement autour des buissons verts ;<\/p>\n
Mon c\u0153ur, indiff\u00e9rent et doux, aura la pente
\nDu feuillage flexible et plat des haricots
\nSur qui l\u2019eau de la nuit se d\u00e9pose et serpente
\nEt coule sans troubler son r\u00eave et son repos.<\/p>\n
Je serai libre enfin de crainte et d\u2019amertume,
\nLasse comme un jardin sur lequel il a plu,
\nCalme comme l\u2019\u00e9tang qui luit dans l\u2019aube et fume,
\nJe ne souffrirai plus, je ne penserai plus,<\/p>\n
Je ne saurai plus rien des choses de ce monde,
\nDes peines de ma vie et de ma nation,
\nJ\u2019\u00e9couterai chanter dans mon \u00e2me profonde
\nL\u2019harmonieuse paix des germinations.<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019aurai pas d\u2019orgueil, et je serai pareille,
\nDans ma candeur nouvelle et ma simplicit\u00e9
\n\u00c0 mon fr\u00e8re le pampre et ma s\u0153ur la groseille
\nQui sont la jouissance aimable de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,<\/p>\n
Je serai si sensible et si jointe \u00e0 la terre
\nQue je pourrai penser avoir connu la mort,
\nEt me m\u00ealer, vivante, au reposant myst\u00e8re
\nQui nourrit et fleurit les plantes par les corps.<\/p>\n
Et ce sera tr\u00e8s bon et tr\u00e8s juste de croire
\nQue mes yeux ondoyants sont \u00e0 ce lin pareils,
\nEt que mon c\u0153ur, ardent et lourd, est cette poire
\nQui m\u00fbrit doucement sa pelure au soleil\u2026<\/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":[604],"poems-book":[591],"poemes-theme":[148,149],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12682","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-604","poems-book-le-coeur-innombrable","poemes-theme-liberte","poemes-theme-nature","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n