V\u00e9nus,
\nLa joie est morte au jardin de ton corps
\nEt les grands lys des bras et les gla\u00efeuls des l\u00e8vres
\nEt les raisins de fi\u00e8vre et d\u2019or,
\nSur l\u2019espalier g\u00e9ant que fut ton corps,
\nSont morts.<\/p>\n
Les Cormorans des temps d\u2019Octobre ont laiss\u00e9 choir
\nPlume \u00e0 plume, leur deuil, au jardin de tes charmes ;
\nM\u00e9lancoliques, les soirs
\nOnt laiss\u00e9 choir
\nLeur deuil, sur tes flambeaux et sur tes armes.<\/p>\n
H\u00e9las ! tant d\u2019\u00e9chos morts et mortes tant de voix !
\nAu loin, l\u00e0-bas, sur l\u2019horizon de cendre rouge,
\nUn Christ \u00e9l\u00e8ve au ciel ses bras en croix ;
\nMiserere par les grands soirs et les grands bois !<\/p>\n
V\u00e9nus,
\nSois doucement l\u2019ensevelie,
\nDans la douceur et la m\u00e9lancolie
\nEt dans la mort du jardin clair ;
\nMais que dans l\u2019air
\nPersiste \u00e0 s\u2019\u00e9largir l\u2019odeur immense de ta chair.<\/p>\n
Tes yeux \u00e9taient dard\u00e9s, comme des feux d\u2019ardeur,
\nVers les \u00e9toiles \u00e9ternelles ;
\nEt les flammes de tes prunelles
\nD\u00e9finissaient l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9, par leur splendeur.<\/p>\n
Tes mains douces, comme du miel vermeil,
\nCueillaient, divinement, sur les branches de l\u2019heure,
\nLes fruits de la jeunesse \u00e0 son \u00e9veil ;
\nTa chevelure \u00e9tait un buisson de soleil ;<\/p>\n
Ton torse, avec ses feux de clart\u00e9s rondes,
\nSemblait un firmament d\u2019astres puissants et lourds ;
\nEt quand tes bras serraient, contre ton c\u0153ur, l\u2019Amour,
\nLe rythme de tes seins rythmait l\u2019amour du monde.<\/p>\n
Sur l\u2019or des mers, tu te dressais, tel un flambeau.
\nTu te donnais \u00e0 tous comme la terre,
\nAvec ses fleurs, ses lacs, ses monts, ses renouveaux
\nEt ses tombeaux.<\/p>\n
Mais aujourd\u2019hui que sont venus
\nD\u2019autres d\u00e9sirs de l\u2019inconnu,
\nSois doucement, V\u00e9nus, la triste et la perdue,
\nAu jardin mort, parmi les bois et les parfums,
\nAvec, sur ton sommeil, la douceur suspendue
\nD\u2019une rose, d\u2019automne et d\u2019ouragan tordue.<\/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":[457],"poems-book":[693],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15276","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-les-forces-tumultueuses","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n