Les femmes, mon amour, craignent la r\u00eaverie.
\nTu ne peux pas savoir de quel poids la langueur
\nLes accable. Le soir, quand la calme prairie
\n\u00c9met des parfums frais comme un sorbet d\u2019odeur,<\/p>\n
Quand le vent noir circule, invisible danseuse,
\nEt semble vouloir plaire aux astres attentifs,
\nQuand, au bas du coteau, un train prompt etfurtif
\nLance comme un torrent sa force aventureuse,<\/p>\n
Quand sur la ville calme, et que l\u2019ombre abolit,
\nTout \u00e0 coup le suave et copieux silence
\nNoblement se construit, navigue et se balance,
\nA\u00e9rien vaisseau sur l\u2019\u00e9ther amolli,<\/p>\n
Les femmes sont sans joie, et se d\u00e9sint\u00e9ressent
\nDu sublime univers, plein de v\u0153ux inconnus ;
\nL\u2019esprit boulevers\u00e9, ces ardentes pr\u00eatresses
\nS\u2019\u00e9pouvantent du r\u00eave en leur c\u0153ur contenu.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Amants, ayez piti\u00e9 de ces b\u00e8tes divines,
\nAimez ce corps qui meurt, ce corps qui va mourir.
\nCes fronts contemplatifs que la beaut\u00e9 chagrine,
\nQue rien, hormis l\u2019amour, ne pourrait secourir !<\/p>\n
Les femmes ne sont pas romanesques, l\u2019espace
\nQui s\u00e9duit leurs regards et les vient envahir,
\nNe leur offre jamais aucun but qui d\u00e9passe
\nL\u2019\u00e9blouissement grave et constant du d\u00e9sir !<\/p>\n
Ne leur demandez pas d\u2019\u00eatre amplement sinc\u00e8res.
\nLes mots ne servent pas leur vaste v\u00e9rit\u00e9,
\nCes r\u00eaveuses, tandis que vos bras les enserrent,
\nPoursuivent le divin parmi la volupt\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Ne leur demandez pas d\u2019\u00eatre humblement fid\u00e8les,
\nLeur c\u0153ur puissant a droit \u00e0 d\u2019infinis d\u00e9tours ;
\nLeur d\u00e9tresse ressemble \u00e0 ces cris d\u2019hirondelles
\nQui jettent sur le soir tant d\u2019adieux et d\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
Lorsque leur turbulent et confiant d\u00e9sordre
\nS\u2019abat entre vos mains, dans leurs instants sacr\u00e9s.
\nC\u2019est l\u2019immense univers qui leur donne des ordres,
\nEt vous n\u2019\u00eates jamais qu\u2019un r\u00e9pit pr\u00e9f\u00e9r\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Rien d\u2019autre que l\u2019amour n\u2019occupe ces furies,
\nLeur douceur, leur bont\u00e9 n\u2019est qu\u2019un humble pr\u00e9sent
\nQue leur \u00e2me attentive, anxieuse et meurtrie,
\nAccorde \u00e0 vos d\u00e9sirs, moins que les leurs puissants !<\/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":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-13305","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-174","poems-book-les-forces-eternelles","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n