{"id":15198,"date":"2025-05-13T10:14:14","date_gmt":"2025-05-13T08:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/?post_type=poemes&p=15198"},"modified":"2025-05-13T10:14:14","modified_gmt":"2025-05-13T08:14:14","slug":"lancien-amour","status":"publish","type":"poemes","link":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/poemes\/lancien-amour\/","title":{"rendered":"L’ancien amour"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dans le jardin, o\u00f9 des lions m\u00e9lancoliques
\nTra\u00eenent le char du vieil amour,
\nMes yeux ont allum\u00e9 leurs braises sur la tour
\nEt regardent, m\u00e9lancoliques,
\nTra\u00eener le char du vieil amour.<\/p>\n

Des chapelets de seins enguirlandent le bord
\nDes seins de reine, o\u00f9 sont plant\u00e9s des couteaux d\u2019or.<\/p>\n

Le sourire des Omphales, qui plus ne bouge,
\nEt les yeux de M\u00e9duse ornent le timon rouge.<\/p>\n

Sur de noirs pi\u00e9destaux voil\u00e9s, des torses nus,
\nLes bras coup\u00e9s, disent qui fut jadis V\u00e9nus.<\/p>\n

Et par les crins, \u00e0 l\u2019arri\u00e8re, tra\u00een\u00e9e.
\nSaigne la t\u00eate atrocement glan\u00e9e
\nD\u2019H\u00e9rodiade.<\/p>\n

Les h\u00e9ros roux, buissons de feux dans les l\u00e9gendes,
\nTu\u00e9s ! \u2014 sous quel broiement de sphinx ou de gorendes ?<\/p>\n

Les nuits avec la nacre et les marbres des soirs ?
\nEn fuite \u2014 et quels brusques tombeaux d\u2019Orients noirs.<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 le Pers\u00e9e et les dragons \u00e9caill\u00e9s clair
\nEt les glaives o\u00f9 fermentait du sang d\u2019\u00e9clair ?<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 les lotus des baisers frais, o\u00f9 les losanges
\nVers la femme \u2014 de fleurs, de chants et de louanges ?<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 les bras purs, lac\u00e9s en immortel sommeil,
\nAutour de fronts pench\u00e9s sur des seins de soleil ?<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 les amants tordus comme des arbres d\u2019or
\nDans le soir enivrant du jardin de la mort ?<\/p>\n

L\u00e0-bas, o\u00f9 les lions prom\u00e8nent,
\nM\u00e9lancoliques, le char du vieil amour,
\nMes yeux l\u2019ont vu sortir
\nDu solennel jardin des souvenirs,
\nMes yeux qui veillent sur la tour.<\/p>\n

Vers quels caveaux et quels lointains b\u00e9ants,
\nVers quels combats, vers quels n\u00e9ants,
\nVers quels oublis et vers quelles ruines,
\nPoussaient, ces lions roux, le han de leurs poitrines ?
\nVers o\u00f9 leurs pas s\u2019en allaient-ils ?
\nLeurs pas us\u00e9s, leurs pauvres pas,
\nVers quels exils s\u2019en allaient-ils,
\nVers quels tr\u00e9pas ?<\/p>\n

L\u2019horizon rouge \u00e9clate en ville colossale
\nDe toits et de palais et de ponts dans les cieux ;
\nUne fum\u00e9e immense et transversale
\nBarre des visages d\u2019astres silencieux
\nComme des morts, au fond des cieux ;
\nLes usines tannent de la mati\u00e8re
\nSplendide et qui sera la vie et l\u2019infini
\nDemain ! on fait, en des sous-sols de nuit,
\nOn fait du pain avec des os de cimeti\u00e8re ;<\/p>\n

Les fleuves de la mer \u00e9coulent l\u2019univers
\nVers les banques et les hangars ouverts ;
\nEt, brusque, un train qui siffle et passe
\nJette la ville en fusion par les espaces.<\/p>\n

Vers quelle folie et quels lointains b\u00e9ants,
\nVers quels oublis, vers quels n\u00e9ants,
\nVers quels tr\u00e9pas et vers quelles ruines
\nPoussaient, les vieux lions, le han de leurs poitrines,
\nLorsque, quittant le grand jardin peupl\u00e9 de marbres
\nEt les ombres qui leur tombaient, bonnes, des arbres,
\nIls sont venus promener par les rues
\nDe la ville \u2014 l\u00e0-bas \u2014 et des foules bourrues,
\nM\u00e9lancoliques, loin de la tour,
\nLe char piteux du vieil amour ?<\/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 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