C\u2019est un brusque, un br\u00fblant, un \u00e9clatant \u00e9moi !
\nJe porte l\u2019univers et ses bonheurs en moi.
\nTout ce qui dans la vie amoureuse nous tente,
\nLes soirs d\u2019Aranjuez, les matins d\u2019Alicante,
\nCarthag\u00e8ne enfi\u00e9vr\u00e9 d\u2019un ciel toujours \u00e9gal,
\nUn chemin de rosiers dans le vieux Portugal,
\nLes \u00eeles, o\u00f9 l\u2019on voit \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre ouverte
\nPendre l\u2019\u00e2pre orchid\u00e9e et la vanille verte,
\n\u00c9tourdissent mes yeux et mettent dans mon c\u0153ur
\nLeur flamme, leurs soupirs, leur force et leur odeur\u2026<\/p>\n
Mais le jour est plus large et plus divin encore,
\nJe regarde, l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 s\u2019\u00e9lance, c\u2019est l\u2019aurore !
\nLe soleil dans les cieux \u00e9parpille son bl\u00e9,
\nLes coteaux semblent faits d\u2019azur amoncel\u00e9,
\nLa terre est une ardente et joyeuse bacchante ;
\nSur le sol rose et brun, la fouille de l\u2019acanthe
\nEtend la puret\u00e9 de son dessin vivant.
\nLe parfum pour monter prend les ailes du vent,
\nLa gu\u00eape fait pencher le bord blanc des corolles,
\nL\u2019air enlace \u00e0 mon cou ses douces banderoles,
\nL\u2019univers s\u2019abandonne et veut \u00eatre port\u00e9
\nPar les bras azur\u00e9s et tendres de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9\u2026
\nAh ! quelle immense joie en cet instant m\u2019enivre.
\nVivre ! chanter la gloire et le plaisir de vivre !
\n\u2013 Et puisqu\u2019on n\u2019entend plus, \u00f4 mon Bacchus voil\u00e9,
\nFrissonner ton sanglot et ton d\u00e9sir ail\u00e9,
\nPuisqu\u2019au moment luisant des chaudes promenades
\nOn ne voit plus jouer les bruyantes M\u00e9nades,
\nPuisque nul c\u0153ur pa\u00efen ne dit suffisamment
\nLa splendeur des flots bleus press\u00e9s au firmament,
\nPuisqu\u2019il semble que l\u2019\u00e2pre et l\u2019\u00e9nervante lyre
\nAit cess\u00e9 sa folie, ait cess\u00e9 son d\u00e9lire,
\nPuisque dans les for\u00eats jamais ne se r\u00e9pand
\nL\u2019appel rauque, touffu, farouche du dieu Pan,
\nAh qu\u2019il monte de moi, dans le matin unique,
\nCe cri br\u00fblant, joyeux, \u00e9pouvant\u00e9, hardi,
\nPlus fort que le plaisir, plus fort que la musique,
\nEt qu\u2019un instant l\u2019espace en demeure \u00e9tourdi\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-12827","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n