Le fol, prodigue Automne, aux mains larges ouvertes,
\nQui donne et r\u00e9pand tout, et s\u2019arrache de soi,
\nM\u00e8ne son ouragan dans un azur inerte ;
\nLes secs ruisseaux de l\u2019air sifflent, et d\u00e9concertent
\n\ufeffLa m\u00e9ditation des bois.<\/p>\n
Rapide, ventil\u00e9, il s\u2019\u00e9lance, il s\u2019\u00e9croule.
\nIl r\u00e9pond au Destin, soufflant, s\u2019\u00e9vertuant.
\nLe feuillage emport\u00e9 navigue, tangue, roule ;
\n\ufeffL\u2019air, comme un oc\u00e9an,
\nEntraine en bondissant, sur ses venteuses houles,
\n\ufeffCe bouquet au n\u00e9ant !<\/p>\n
Tel un bloc glacial de cristal et de jade,
\nLa torpide atmosph\u00e8re, au s\u00e9rieux aspect.
\nContient paisiblement cette immense escapade.
\nL\u2019univers tremble aux mains d\u2019invisibles M\u00e9nades :
\n\ufeffTant de fougue dans tant de paix !<\/p>\n
Offrant \u00e0 l\u2019ouragan une gr\u00e2ce oppos\u00e9e,
\nDemi-nue, \u00e9chappant \u00e0 son feuillage clair,
\nLa cime d\u2019un bel arbre appara\u00eet dans l\u2019\u00e9ther,
\n\ufeffLucide et repos\u00e9e.
\nUn humide brouillard qui songe, gonfle l\u2019air
\n\ufeffDe latente ros\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Dans la for\u00eat cinglant pour un fatal d\u00e9part.
\nLes biches aux doux pieds, d\u2019un confiant regard
\nConsultent, le front bas, la terre resserr\u00e9e,
\nEt l\u2019on voit onduler, sous la brise moir\u00e9e,
\nLeur robe tachet\u00e9e, ail\u00e9e et a\u00e9r\u00e9e
\n\ufeffDe faisan et de l\u00e9opard !<\/p>\n
La nature bondit, mais le ciel se r\u00e9signe.
\n\ufeffL\u2019horizon incline au sommeil,
\nL\u2019\u00e9tang, compact de froid, semble enclore les cygnes,
\nPr\u00e9curseurs de l\u2019hiver, \u00e0 la neige pareils.<\/p>\n
Tout se tait, et pourtant c\u2019est un muet murmure :
\nBourdonnement gel\u00e9 du silence et de l\u2019eau.
\nLe noir croassement des obliques corbeaux
\nFait, dans l\u2019\u00e9ther uni, une s\u00e8che cassure.<\/p>\n
Mais, plus que le printemps, plus encor que l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,
\nCette franche saison, p\u00e9tulante et beno\u00eete,
\nAvec ses bonds joyeux et ses mollesses d\u2019ouate,
\n\ufeffEt ses tra\u00eenantes volupt\u00e9s,
\nDonne aux pauvres humains la timide esp\u00e9rance
\nQue la nature penche un instant sur leurs v\u0153ux
\nSon grand battement d\u2019aile, expansif et nerveux,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019\u00e2me reconnait sa fougueuse indigence.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Et pourtant, \u00f4 brillant et nombreux Univers,
\nTous les morts sont couch\u00e9s au fun\u00e8bre revers
\n\ufeffDe ta belle cuirasse !
\nTout ce que je respire est perfide et pervers :
\nTes paysages d\u2019or, peints de pourpre et de vert,
\n\ufeffOnt jailli de ces sombres masses !
\nJe ne te tol\u00e9rais qu\u2019avant d\u2019avoir compris,
\n\u00d4 Terre ! astre terni parmi les autres astres,
\nL\u2019injure sans piti\u00e9 que tu fais \u00e0 l\u2019esprit.
\nLieu de d\u00e9ception et d\u2019infinis d\u00e9sastres !
\nEnfant, je m\u2019irritais d\u2019appartenir \u00e0 toi.
\nJe trouvais ton ciel vide et ton contour \u00e9troit.
\nEt je n\u2019aurais jamais consenti la blessure
\nDe nouer \u00e0 ton c\u0153ur les maillons de mes jours,
\nSi tu n\u2019avais alors, \u00f4 tenace Nature !
\nFi\u00e8re de poss\u00e9der cet \u00e9ternel recours,
\nFait surgir \u00e0 mes yeux, comme un soleil auguste
\nPar qui tout est certain, attirant, simple et juste,
\nL\u2019explosion suave et vaste de l\u2019amour !\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":[174],"poems-book":[595],"poemes-theme":[336],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-13214","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-174","poems-book-les-forces-eternelles","poemes-theme-automne","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n