{"id":15678,"date":"2025-05-16T23:13:50","date_gmt":"2025-05-16T21:13:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/?post_type=poemes&p=15678"},"modified":"2025-05-16T23:13:50","modified_gmt":"2025-05-16T21:13:50","slug":"rupert-brooke","status":"publish","type":"poemes","link":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/poemes\/rupert-brooke\/","title":{"rendered":"Rupert Brooke"},"content":{"rendered":"

D\u2019apr\u00e8s une lettre d\u2019un de ses amis et compagnons d\u2019armes qui l\u2019enterra \u00e0 Scyros.<\/em><\/p>\n

Le jour qu\u2019il eut compris que les hautes id\u00e9es
\n\ufeffDevenaient peu \u00e0 peu
\n\ufeffL\u2019enjeu
\nDe la lutte vers le futur \u00e9chafaud\u00e9e,
\n\u00c9tant po\u00e8te, il se promit d\u2019\u00eatre soldat.<\/p>\n

\ufeffPas un instant, il n\u2019h\u00e9sita
\n\u00c0 dominer en lui la dangereuse joie
\nD\u2019\u00eatre juste et cl\u00e9ment \u00e0 la race de proie
\nQui se prouvait cruelle avec tranquillit\u00e9 ;
\nSon cerveau libre en fut \u00e0 tel point r\u00e9volt\u00e9
\n\ufeffQu\u2019il fit accueil, portes ouvertes,
\n\u00c0 la haine innombrable, exaltante et alerte.<\/p>\n

\ufeffIl s\u2019embarqua tel jour d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,
\nQuand les vents d\u2019Est couvrent l\u2019immensit\u00e9
\n\ufeffDe l\u2019\u00e9cumante et fougueuse avalanche
\n\ufeffDes vagues blanches ;
\n\ufeffIl s\u2019embarqua vers l\u2019Orient,
\n\ufeffJeune, ferme, rapide et souriant,
\nVoyant d\u00e9j\u00e0 surgir au clair de ses prunelles
\n\ufeffLes golfes d\u2019or des Dardanelles.<\/p>\n

H\u00e9las ! qui donc e\u00fbt cru que bref serait son r\u00eave
\nEt que jamais son poing farouche et violent
\n\ufeffN\u2019arborerait dans un combat sanglant
\n\ufeffLe glaive ?
\nH\u00e9las ! qui donc e\u00fbt dit qu\u2019en ces pays vermeils
\nO\u00f9 tout lui semblait joie, amour, splendeur et f\u00eate,
\nSon cerveau trop ardent sous son front de po\u00e8te
\n\ufeffSerait tu\u00e9 par le soleil ?<\/p>\n

\ufeffSon corps ne souffrit gu\u00e8re ;
\nOn le mit sur son lit dans sa cabine claire,
\nUn rayon du couchant visita son chevet
\nEt son regard encor lucide apercevait
\nLentement ses deux mains se dorer de lumi\u00e8re.<\/p>\n

\ufeffJadis, il e\u00fbt voulu mourir ainsi,
\nPar un soir fabuleux, en une \u00eele lointaine
\nO\u00f9 le tro\u00e8ne et l\u2019asphod\u00e8le et le souci
\nS\u2019\u00e9meuvent au chant clair et menu des fontaines ;
\nOr, depuis quatre jours l\u2019ordre du capitaine
\nNous faisait faire escale en l\u2019\u00eele de Scyros :
\nDe longs parfums de fleurs s\u2019allongeaient sur les eaux
\nEt la brise chantait aux cordages des moufles
\nSi bien que ce fut elle, entrant par les hublots,
\nQui recueillit et puis dispersa sur les flots
\n\ufeffSon dernier souffle.<\/p>\n

En uniforme roux coup\u00e9 en son milieu
\nD\u2019un seul rang de boutons aux fleurons militaires,
\nNous l\u2019avons enterr\u00e9 par un minuit lunaire,
\n\ufeffDans un site merveilleux.<\/p>\n

Nous l\u2019avons mis sur nos \u00e9paules fraternelles,
\nY maintenant sa bi\u00e8re avec nos larges mains.
\nDes flambeaux allum\u00e9s \u00e9clairaient les chemins
\n\ufeffAu long de roches \u00e9ternelles.<\/p>\n

Nous \u00e9tions comme heureux de le sentir encor
\nUne derni\u00e8re fois en son cercueil de h\u00eatre
\nNous toucher presque et comme agir de tout son \u00eatre
\n\ufeffTr\u00e8s doucement, contre nos corps.<\/p>\n

Nous l\u2019avons longuement couch\u00e9 sous de beaux arbres
\nAu penchant d\u2019un coteau par la sauge stri\u00e9 ;
\nSon tombeau fut orn\u00e9 d\u2019un rameau d\u2019olivier
\n\ufeffEt recouvert par de blancs marbres.<\/p>\n

Ceux de sa compagnie ont voulu que sa croix
\nNe f\u00fbt que deux tron\u00e7ons d\u2019un pauvre et fr\u00eale arbuste
\nIls ont inscrit son nom sur une planche fruste,
\n\ufeffPrenant pour encre un peu de poix.<\/p>\n

Nous l\u2019avons veill\u00e9 tous, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019aube bl\u00eamie ;
\n\ufeffPuis l\u2019avons laiss\u00e9 l\u00e0
\n\ufeffDans sa tombe de soldat,
\n\ufeffAvec la mer pour amie.<\/p>\n

\ufeffDepuis
\nLe sort, tant\u00f4t cl\u00e9ment, tant\u00f4t contraire,
\nNous dispersa d\u2019\u00eele en \u00eele, l\u00e0-bas, au loin,
\nPartout o\u00f9 de nos bras sanglants avaient besoin
\n\ufeffLa France et l\u2019Angleterre.<\/p>\n

Mais nul de nous, jamais, n\u2019a desserr\u00e9 le lien
\nQui l\u2019unissait au disparu dans la mort noire
\nEt l\u2019on songeait \u00e0 lui, avec ferveur et gloire,
\n\ufeffD\u00e8s qu\u2019on se battait bien.<\/p>\n

\ufeffPlus tard, lorsque la paix docile
\nNous sera revenue avec sa force douce,
\nNous irons rechercher sous le thym et la mousse
\n\ufeffSa tombe, au c\u0153ur de l\u2019\u00eele.<\/p>\n

\ufeffH\u00e9las ! le temps qui tout efface
\nPeut-\u00eatre en aura fait dispara\u00eetre la trace,
\n\ufeffEt peut-\u00eatre nos pas
\nLa chercheront en vain dans le soir et l\u2019aurore ;
\n\ufeffN\u2019importe, il nous sera plus cher encore
\n\ufeffSi nous ne la retrouvons pas.<\/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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