Les jours pass\u00e9s, l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, la chaleur, l\u2019eau, l\u2019air bleu,
\nTout le temps d\u00e9funt tremble en moi ; la nostalgie
\nDe tout cela qui vient et gonfle peu \u00e0 peu
\nL\u2019\u00e2me que l\u2019on croyait endormie, assagie !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mon d\u00e9sir, mon soupir, ont la forme aujourd\u2019hui
\nDe l\u2019absente, lointaine, enchantante colline,
\nDu petit ch\u00e2teau rouge et gris dont le toit luit
\nAu-dessus du balcon de fleurs de capucine.<\/p>\n
Je revois, dans mon c\u0153ur, ces soirs doux et rouill\u00e9s,
\nCe fin oscillement du soir, quand l\u2019air bleu nage
\nDans le brouillard l\u00e9ger, ondulant et mouill\u00e9
\nQui monte du pr\u00e9, blanc de carottes sauvages.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cr\u00e9pitement des champs ! tout l\u2019espace est tremblant
\nDe ce bruit incessant de cris secs et d\u2019\u00e9lytres ;
\nLe soleil tombe, un dur rayon de soleil blanc
\nTape sur la maison en aveuglant les vitres.<\/p>\n
On entendait sonner pour l\u2019heure du d\u00eener
\nLa cloche suspendue au mur, dans le feuillage ;
\nOn d\u00eenait, de frissons et d\u2019ombre environn\u00e9,
\nAvec encor un peu de jour faible au vitrage.<\/p>\n
Je regardais la plaine indolente, cherchant
\n\u00c0 boire, \u00e0 respirer les repos de la terre ;
\nL\u2019impossible union des \u00e2mes et des champs
\nPleurait dans mon d\u00e9sir aride et volontaire ;<\/p>\n
Et puis la nuit venait ; \u00f4 beaut\u00e9 de la nuit,
\nSombre \u00e9claircissement ! l\u2019air doucement se vide
\nDe chaleur, de reflets, de lumi\u00e8re, de bruit,
\nLa lune d\u00e9voil\u00e9e et lucide pr\u00e9side\u2026<\/p>\n
On go\u00fbtait la ti\u00e9deur ivre du large \u00e9t\u00e9 ;
\nAlors \u00e9pouvant\u00e9e, ayant besoin de n\u2019\u00eatre
\nJamais seule devant la douce immensit\u00e9
\nNous causions longuement, dans l\u2019air, \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre.<\/p>\n
\u2014 L\u2019ombre d\u2019un autre c\u0153ur a de plus noirs d\u00e9tours
\nQue la nuit orageuse, imp\u00e9n\u00e9trable et sombre.
\n\u00c9clairs des faux regards, phare du faux amour
\nO\u00f9 menez-vous l\u2019espoir, qui se brise et qui sombre !<\/p>\n
Le pass\u00e9 vit en moi ce soir, ce trop chaud soir
\nO\u00f9 je songe accoud\u00e9e au-dessus de la ville,
\nMon c\u0153ur las n\u2019ayant plus la force de vouloir,
\nDe d\u00e9sirer, d\u2019aller vers les champs plus tranquilles.<\/p>\n
Mais mon r\u00eave est empli d\u2019air, d\u2019ombre, de soleil.
\nAh ! comme le regret et le d\u00e9sir se p\u00e2ment
\nQuand clair, minutieux, d\u00e9chirant et vermeil
\nLe pass\u00e9 vient et fait comme un baiser dans l\u2019\u00e2me ! \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":[457],"poems-book":[592],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12787","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-lombre-des-jours","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n