Quand le soir est venu, quand tout est calme enfin
\n\ufeffDans la chaude nature,
\nVoici que na\u00eet sous l\u2019arbre et sous le ciel divin
\n\ufeffLa plus vive torture :<\/p>\n
Sur les graviers d\u2019argent, dans les bois apais\u00e9s
\n\ufeffDes violons s\u2019exaltent,
\nCe sont des jets de cris, de sanglots, de baisers,
\n\ufeffSans contrainte et sans haltes.<\/p>\n
Il semble que l\u2019archet se cabre, qu\u2019il se tord
\n\ufeffSur les luisantes cordes,
\nTant ce sont des appels de plaisir et de mort,
\n\ufeffEt de mis\u00e9ricorde !<\/p>\n
Comme le rossignol se convulse et se plaint,
\n\ufeffComme le chien aboie,
\nL\u2019harmonie amoureuse a des r\u00e2les c\u00e2lins
\n\ufeffEt fait hurler sa joie ;<\/p>\n
Et le br\u00fblant archet, enroul\u00e9 de langueur
\n\ufeffG\u00e9mit, souffre, caresse,
\nPoignard voluptueux, qui p\u00e9n\u00e8tre le c\u0153ur
\n\ufeffD\u2019une \u00e9puisante ivresse !<\/p>\n
Alors, ceux qui sont l\u00e0, dans l\u2019odeur de santal
\n\ufeffQue le vent noir d\u00e9plisse,
\nPrennent la nuit paisible \u00e0 t\u00e9moin de leur mal
\n\ufeffEt de leur long supplice.<\/p>\n
Les yeux n\u2019ont plus de crainte, ils veulent du bonheur,
\n\ufeffIls d\u00e9faillent, ils flottent,
\nNul ne cherche \u00e0 cacher la plaintive impudeur,
\n\ufeffTous les regards sanglotent.<\/p>\n
Bacchus boh\u00e9mien ! Dieu des \u00e2cres liqueurs,
\n\ufeffEst-ce donc toi qui presses
\nCe d\u00e9sir sur les dents, ce citron sur les c\u0153urs,
\n\ufeffCes vignes de tristesse ?<\/p>\n
L\u00e0-bas l\u2019ombre fra\u00eechit, le ciel est calme et doux,
\n\ufeffC\u2019est l\u2019odeur du feuillage,
\nMais un cercle de feu se ferme autour de nous,
\n\ufeffOn s\u2019acharne au carnage.<\/p>\n
Les l\u00e8vres ont ce pli de douleur et de faim,
\n\ufeffCette humble et p\u00e2le extase
\nQue donne le d\u00e9sir, quand il est comme un vin
\n\ufeffQui d\u00e9borde du vase.<\/p>\n
Ah ! perfides jardins, qui donc pouvait savoir
\n\ufeffEn voyant votre foule
\nSe grouper mollement dans les bosquets du soir,
\n\ufeffQue c\u2019est le sang qui coule !<\/p>\n
Archets ! soyez maudits pour vos br\u00fblants accords,
\n\ufeffPour votre \u00e2me explosive,
\nFers rouges qui dans l\u2019ombre arrachez \u00e0 nos corps
\n\ufeffDes lambeaux de chair vive\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-12949","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n