Mon ami, vous mourrez, votre pensive t\u00eate
\n\ufeffDispersera son feu,
\nMais vous serez encor vivant comme vous \u00eates
\n\ufeffSi je survis un peu.<\/p>\n
Un autre c\u0153ur au v\u00f4tre a pris tant de lumi\u00e8re
\n\ufeffEt de si beaux contours,
\nQue si ce n\u2019est pas moi qui m\u2019en vais la premi\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffJe prolonge vos jours.<\/p>\n
Le souffle de la vie entre deux c\u0153urs peut \u00eatre
\n\ufeffSi d\u00fbment m\u00e9lang\u00e9,
\nQue l\u2019un peut demeurer et l\u2019autre dispara\u00eetre
\n\ufeffSans que rien soit chang\u00e9 ;<\/p>\n
Le jour o\u00f9 l\u2019un se l\u00e8ve et devant l\u2019autre passe
\n\ufeffDans le noir paradis,
\nVous ne serez plus jeune, et moi je serai lasse
\n\ufeffD\u2019avoir beaucoup senti ;<\/p>\n
Je ne chercherai pas \u00e0 retarder encore
\n\ufeffL\u2019instant de n\u2019\u00eatre plus ;
\nAyant tout honor\u00e9, les couchants et l\u2019aurore,
\n\ufeffLa mort aussi m\u2019a plu.<\/p>\n
Bien des fronts sont glac\u00e9s qui doivent nous attendre,
\n\ufeffNous serons bien re\u00e7us,
\nLa terre sera moins pesante \u00e0 mon corps tendre
\n\ufeffQue quand j\u2019\u00e9tais dessus.<\/p>\n
Sans remuer la l\u00e8vre et sans troubler personne,
\n\ufeffL\u2019on poursuit ses d\u00e9bats ;
\nIl r\u00e8gne un calme immense o\u00f9 le r\u00eave r\u00e9sonne,
\n\ufeffAu royaume d\u2019en-bas.<\/p>\n
Le temps n\u2019existe point, il n\u2019est plus de distance
\n\ufeffSous le sol noir et brun ;
\nUn long couloir, uni, parcourt toute la France,
\n\ufeffLe monde ne fait qu\u2019un ;<\/p>\n
C\u2019est l\u00e0, dans cette paix immuable et divine
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 tout est \u00e9ternel,
\nQue nous partagerons, \u00e2mes toujours voisines,
\n\ufeffLe froment et le sel.<\/p>\n
Vous me direz : \u00ab Voyez, le printemps clair, immense,
\n\ufeffC\u2019est ici qu\u2019il naissait ;
\nLa vie est dans la mort, tout est, rien ne commence. \u00bb
\n\ufeffJe r\u00e9pondrai : \u00ab Je sais. \u00bb<\/p>\n
Et puis, nous nous tairons ; par habitude ancienne
\n\ufeffVous direz : \u00ab \u00c0 demain. \u00bb
\nVous me tendrez votre \u00e2me et j\u2019y mettrai la mienne,
\n\ufeffPuis, tenant votre main<\/p>\n
Je verrai, d\u00e9chirant les limbes et leurs portes,
\n\ufeffS\u2019\u00e9lan\u00e7ant de mes os,
\nUn rosier diriger sa marche s\u00fbre et forte
\n\ufeffVers le soleil si beau\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":[274],"poems-book":[594],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-13016","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-274","poems-book-les-vivants-et-les-morts","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n