Au-dessus du beau soir alangui de clart\u00e9s,
\nD\u2019inexprimables v\u0153ux, de parfums arr\u00eat\u00e9s,
\nDe songes s\u2019\u00e9garant, d\u2019insectes, d\u2019\u00e9tamines,
\nDe graines, de pollen, molle, verte farine,
\nLes \u00e9toiles, couleur de gr\u00e9sil et de sel,
\nSemblent les calmes yeux du Silence \u00e9ternel. ..
\nDe nouvelles amours comme un sublime fleuve
\nDescendent des coteaux. Tout l\u2019espace s\u2019abreuve
\nA quelque ardente joie, \u00e0 quelque espoir flottant
\nC\u2019est le printemps, entends, mon c\u0153ur, c\u2019est le printemps !
\nLe destin va fleurir ! Par de ti\u00e8des bouff\u00e9es
\nLe sol s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve aux cieux ; les senteurs \u00e9touff\u00e9es
\nS\u2019exasp\u00e8rent dans l\u2019air comme des bras tendus ;
\n\u00d4 sanglot des parfums ! Les lilas \u00e9perdus<\/p>\n
Ont pr\u00e8s d\u2019eux leur odeur comme un gisant orage.
\nL\u2019on souhaitait mourir, quel oubli du courage
\nQuel oubli de l\u2019immense et sainte volupt\u00e9
\nEntends, c\u2019est le printemps, c\u2019est le futur \u00e9t\u00e9
\nLe vent avec un bruit de musique et de rire
\nM\u00e8ne sa danse noire, il respire, il soupire,
\nIl parcourt le sommet des arbres printaniers,
\nAu lieu d\u2019ailes, il a des cymbales aux pieds,
\nEt voici qu\u2019au-dessus du feuillage o\u00f9 je r\u00eave
\nCe vent lyrique chante en dispersant les s\u00e8ves
\n\u00ab \u00d4 vous les plus ardents, les plus passionn\u00e9s,
\nVivez, les verts bonheurs dans les jardins sont n\u00e9s !
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 comme un \u00e9pais et transparent nuage
\nLa foule des d\u00e9sirs et des soupirs voyage.
\nJe vous donne cette ample et limpide saison,
\nSes parterres sucr\u00e9s, sa liqueur, son poison,
\nSes succulents semis, ses vins, ses douces poses,
\nEt son regard sanglant de tigre sous les roses.
\nCourez \u00e0 ces divins, \u00e0 ces br\u00fblants combats !
\n\u00d4 langueur du printemps ! Les parfums flottent bas,
\nLe pollen du lilas dans le soir glisse et nage.
\nRoulez-vous sur le c\u0153ur de la b\u00eate sauvage !
\nLe Soir mettra sur vous ses doigts voluptueux ;
\nLes regards enivr\u00e9s lev\u00e9s vers les cieux bleus,
\nVous sentirez, puissante et br\u00fblante faiblesse,
\nLe sang de votre c\u0153ur couler sous sa caresse.
\nVivez, souffrez, ayez le plaisir, la douleur,
\nQue tout l\u2019\u00eatre fondant soit un torrent d\u2019ardeur ;
\nQue votre \u00e2me \u00e9chapp\u00e9e, active, vaste, errante,
\nSoit l\u2019humain firmament de la terre odorante.
\nSoyez broy\u00e9s, soyez diffus, universels\u2026 \u00bb
\n\u2014 Le feuillage balance un songe sensuel,
\nLe vent s\u2019est tu, la nuit est paisible, profonde.
\nSuavit\u00e9, j\u2019ai mis mon c\u0153ur autour du monde\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-12985","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-603","poems-book-les-eblouissements","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n