C\u2019est un jeune parfum d\u2019\u00e9corce, d\u2019eau, d\u2019arbouse,
\nDe s\u00e8ve, de pollen, dans l\u2019espace blotti.
\nL\u2019arbre, plein de soleil, en verse \u00e0 la pelouse,
\nEt le bonheur divin est partout r\u00e9parti.<\/p>\n
Le feuillage est fris\u00e9, fronc\u00e9 comme des ruches,
\nLes herbes, les semis, le bourgeon \u00e9clat\u00e9
\nOnt le vert argentin et luisant des perruches,
\nC\u2019est plus que le printemps et ce n\u2019est pas l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Tout donne son limpide \u00e9clat, ses douces poses !
\nLes fleurs de l\u2019amandier, du p\u00eacher transparent,
\nTremblent comme un essaim press\u00e9 d\u2019abeilles roses
\nDont la bouche est p\u00e2m\u00e9e et le c\u0153ur odorant.<\/p>\n
Midi glisse et languit, la vie est assoupie,
\nSeul l\u2019immense soleil meut ses \u00e9lytres d\u2019or,
\nMais le saule, l\u2019\u00e9tang, la cigale, la pie
\nSe disent l\u2019un \u00e0 l\u2019autre, en soupirant : \u00ab Je dors. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Repos dans la nature ardente ! Les demeures
\nOnt laiss\u00e9 retomber les doux stores d\u2019osier ;
\nRien ne bouge, on dirait que des insectes meurent
\nEntre le sable chaud et l\u2019ombre des rosiers.<\/p>\n
On n\u2019a pas de regrets, pas de d\u00e9sirs, pas d\u2019\u00e2ge,
\nIl semble que l\u2019on soit un enfant libre et pur
\nQui, renversant les bras, s\u2019\u00e9tend sur le rivage
\nQue la pelouse fait au bord du ciel d\u2019azur.<\/p>\n
Tout est si bon, si lent, si soumis, si paisible,
\nEt pourtant c\u2019est un mol, un obs\u00e9dant souci.
\nLongue paix, dont soudain s\u2019enflamme un c\u0153ur sensible ;
\nMon Dieu, mon Dieu ! la paix touche au d\u00e9lire aussi\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":[603],"poems-book":[593],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12801","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n