Tel l\u2019arbre de corail dans les mers pacifiques,
\nLe rose cr\u00e9puscule, en l\u2019azur transparent
\nJette un feu vaporeux, et mes regards errants
\nBoivent ce vin r\u00eaveur des soirs m\u00e9lancoliques !<\/p>\n
Un oiseau printanier, comme un fifre enchant\u00e9
\nGaspille de gais cris, acides, brefs, suaves.
\nL\u2019univers vit en lui, son ardeur sans entrave
\nH\u00e8le, et semble attirer le vaisseau de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Qui veux-tu fasciner, oiseau de douce augure ?
\nLes morts restent des morts, et les vivants sont las
\nD\u2019avoir tant de fois vu, sur de froides figures,
\nLe destin qui les guette et qui les accabla !<\/p>\n
Je sens bien que le ciel est ti\u00e8de ; l\u2019\u00e9tendue
\nBalance sur son lac la promesse et l\u2019espoir.
\nUne \u00e9toile, incitant l\u2019hirondelle \u00e9perdue,
\nFait briller son c\u00e9leste et liquide abreuvoir.<\/p>\n
Et tout est orageux, furtif, pa\u00efen, mystique ;
\nLes r\u00eaves des humains, aussi vieux que le temps,
\nGroupent leur fr\u00e9n\u00e9sie, h\u00e9sitante ou panique,
\nDans la vasque odorante et moite du printemps !<\/p>\n
Les nuages pourpr\u00e9s tra\u00eenent comme un orage
\nDont on a dispers\u00e9 la foudre et le chaos ;
\nTout se dilue et luit. Ciel au calme visage,
\nTu viens s\u00e9duire l\u2019homme et les yeux des oiseaux !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pauvre oiseau, est-ce donc ces trompeuses coutumes,
\nRenaissant chaque fois que s\u2019\u00e9tend la ti\u00e9deur,
\nQui te font oublier l\u2019incessante amertume
\nD\u2019un monde qui transmet la cigu\u00eb et les pleurs ?<\/p>\n
Ton d\u00e9lire est le mien ; je sais qu\u2019on recommence
\n\u00c0 r\u00eaver, \u00e0 vouloir, d\u2019un c\u0153ur na\u00eff et plein,
\nChaque fois qu\u2019appara\u00eet le ciel d\u2019un bleu de lin ;
\nEt que le courage est une longue esp\u00e9rance\u2026<\/p>\n
Oui, l\u2019espace est joyeux, le vent, dans l\u2019arbrisseau,
\nD\u2019un doigt a\u00e9rien creuse une fl\u00fbte antique.
\nL\u2019univers est plus vif qu\u2019un bondissant cantique ;
\nLes fleuves, mollement, gonflent sous les vaisseaux ;
\nLes torrents, les brebis viennent d\u2019un m\u00eame saut
\n\u00c9cumer dans la plaine, o\u00f9 l\u2019hiver l\u00e9thargique
\nFond, et suspend sa brume aux hampes des roseaux.<\/p>\n
L\u2019eau s\u2019arrache du gel, le lait emplit la cruche,
\nLes abeilles, ainsi que des fuseaux pansus,
\nVont composer le miel au liquide tissu,
\nBlond soleil familier de l\u2019\u00e9corce et des ruches !<\/p>\n
C\u2019est cet all\u00e8gre \u00e9veil que tes yeux ont per\u00e7u :
\nOiseau plein de grelots, \u00f4 hochet des M\u00e9nades,
\nH\u00e9ros bard\u00e9 d\u2019azur, calice rugissant,
\nJe t\u2019entends divaguer ! Tes montantes roulades
\nOnt l\u2019invincible \u00e9lan des jets d\u2019eau bondissants.<\/p>\n
Matelot enivr\u00e9 dans la vergue des arbres,
\nTu mens en d\u00e9signant de tes cris \u00e9blouis
\nDes terres de d\u00e9lice et des golfes de marbre,
\nEt tout ce que l\u2019espoir a de plus inou\u00ef ;<\/p>\n
Mais c\u2019est par ce sublime et candide mensonge,
\nPar ce go\u00fbt de vanter ce qu\u2019on ne peut saisir,
\nQue l\u2019esclavage humain peut tirer sur sa longe,
\nEt que parfois nos jours ressemblent au d\u00e9sir !<\/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-13032","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-274","poems-book-les-vivants-et-les-morts","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n