I<\/p>\n
Je sais la vanit\u00e9 de tout d\u00e9sir profane.
\n\u00c0 peine gardons-nous de tes amours d\u00e9funts,
\nFemme, ce que la fleur qui sur ton sein se fane
\n\ufeffY laisse d\u2019\u00e2me et de parfums.<\/p>\n
Ils n\u2019ont, les plus beaux bras, que des cha\u00eenes d\u2019argile,
\nIndolentes autour du col le plus aim\u00e9 ;
\nAvant d\u2019\u00eatre rompu leur doux cercle fragile
\n\ufeffNe s\u2019\u00e9tait pas m\u00eame ferm\u00e9.<\/p>\n
M\u00e9lancolique nuit des chevelures sombres,
\n\u00c0 quoi bon s\u2019attarder dans ton enivrement,
\nSi, comme dans la mort, nul ne peut sous tes ombres
\n\ufeffSe plonger \u00e9ternellement ?<\/p>\n
Narines qui gonflez vos ailes de colombe,
\nAvec les longs d\u00e9dains d\u2019une belle fiert\u00e9,
\nPour la derni\u00e8re fois, \u00e0 l\u2019odeur de la tombe,
\n\ufeffVous aurez d\u00e9j\u00e0 palpit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
L\u00e8vres, vivantes fleurs, nobles roses sanglantes,
\nVous \u00e9panouissant lorsque nous vous baisons,
\nQuelques feux de cristal en quelques nuits br\u00fblantes
\n\ufeffS\u00e8chent vos br\u00e8ves floraisons.<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 tend le vain effort de deux bouches unies ?
\nLe plus long des baisers trompe notre dessein ;
\nEt comment appuyer nos langueurs infinies
\n\ufeffSur la fragilit\u00e9 d\u2019un sein ?<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Mais la vague beaut\u00e9 des regards, d\u2019o\u00f9 vient-elle,
\nPour nous mettre en passant tant d\u2019esp\u00e9rance au front ?
\nEt pourquoi r\u00eavons-nous de lumi\u00e8re immortelle
\n\ufeffDevant deux yeux qui s\u2019\u00e9teindront ?<\/p>\n
Femme, qui vous donna cette clart\u00e9 sacr\u00e9e
\nDont vous avez b\u00e9ni la ferveur de mes yeux ?
\nEt d\u2019o\u00f9 vient qu\u2019en suivant votre trace ador\u00e9e
\n\ufeffJe sens un dieu myst\u00e9rieux ?<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Oh ! montrez un moment au monde
\nVotre fragilit\u00e9 f\u00e9conde,
\nEt semez la vie \u00e0 vos pieds !
\nPuis passez, formes \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8res ;
\nFemmes, puisque vous \u00eates m\u00e8res,
\nC\u2019est qu\u2019il convient que vous mouriez.<\/p>\n
Votre divinit\u00e9 ne dure,
\nDouces forces de la Nature,
\nQue ce qu\u2019il faut pour son dessein.
\nLa race imp\u00e9rissable et belle,
\nVoil\u00e0 cette chose immortelle
\nQue l\u2019on r\u00eave sur votre sein !<\/p>\n
C\u2019est par vous que l\u2019heureuse vie
\nTour \u00e0 tour en la chair ravie
\nS\u2019allume, et ne s\u2019\u00e9teindra pas.
\nEn vous la vie universelle
\n\u00c9clate, et tout homme chancelle,
\nIvre de beaut\u00e9, sur vos pas.<\/p>\n
Vivez, mourez, pleines de gr\u00e2ce ;
\nLes hommes et les dieux, tout passe,
\nMais la vie existe \u00e0 jamais.
\nEt toi, forme, parfum, lumi\u00e8re,
\nQui fleuris ma vertu premi\u00e8re,
\nAh ! je sais pourquoi je t\u2019aimais !<\/p>\n
Juin 1869.<\/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":[199],"poems-book":[624],"poemes-theme":[353,144],"poete":[650],"class_list":["post-14147","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-199","poems-book-les-poemes-dores","poemes-theme-desir","poemes-theme-vanite","poete-anatole-france"],"yoast_head":"\n