Levez les yeux ! C\u2019est moi qui passe sur vos t\u00eates,
\nDiaphane et l\u00e9ger, libre dans le ciel pur ;
\nL\u2019aile ouverte, attendant le souffle des temp\u00eates,
\n\ufeffJe plonge et nage en plein azur.<\/p>\n
Comme un mirage errant, je flotte et je voyage.
\nColor\u00e9 par l\u2019aurore et le soir tour \u00e0 tour,
\nMiroir a\u00e9rien, je refl\u00e8te au passage
\n\ufeffLes sourires changeants du jour.<\/p>\n
Le soleil me rencontre au bout de sa carri\u00e8re
\nCouch\u00e9 sur l\u2019horizon dont j\u2019enflamme le bord ;
\nDans mes flancs transparents le roi de la lumi\u00e8re
\n\ufeffLance en fuyant ses fl\u00e8ches d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Quand la lune, \u00e9cartant son cort\u00e8ge d\u2019\u00e9toiles,
\nJette un regard pensif sur le monde endormi,
\nDevant son front glac\u00e9 je fais courir mes voiles,
\n\ufeffOu je les soul\u00e8ve \u00e0 demi.<\/p>\n
On croirait voir au loin une flotte qui sombre,
\nQuand, d\u2019un bond furieux fendant l\u2019air \u00e9branl\u00e9,
\nL\u2019ouragan sur ma proue inaccessible et sombre
\n\ufeffS\u2019assied comme un pilote ail\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Dans les champs de l\u2019\u00e9ther je livre des batailles ;
\nLa ruine et la mort ne sont pour moi qu\u2019un jeu.
\nJe me charge de gr\u00eale, et porte en mes entrailles
\n\ufeffLa foudre et ses hydres de feu.<\/p>\n
Sur le sol alt\u00e9r\u00e9 je m\u2019\u00e9panche en ond\u00e9es.
\nLa terre rit ; je tiens sa vie entre mes mains.
\nC\u2019est moi qui gonfle, au sein des terres f\u00e9cond\u00e9es,
\n\ufeffL\u2019\u00e9pi qui nourrit les humains.<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 j\u2019ai pass\u00e9, soudain tout verdit, tout pullule ;
\nLe sillon que j\u2019enivre enfante avec ardeur.
\nJe suis onde et je cours, je suis s\u00e8ve et circule,
\n\ufeffCach\u00e9 dans la source ou la fleur.<\/p>\n
Un fleuve me recueille, il m\u2019emporte, et je coule
\nComme une veine au c\u0153ur des continents profonds.
\nSur les longs pays plats ma nappe se d\u00e9roule,
\n\ufeffOu s\u2019engouffre \u00e0 travers les monts.<\/p>\n
Rien ne m\u2019arr\u00eate plus ; dans mon \u00e9lan rapide
\nJ\u2019ob\u00e9is au courant, par le d\u00e9sir pouss\u00e9,
\nEt je vole \u00e0 mon but comme un grand trait liquide
\n\ufeffQu\u2019un bras invisible a lanc\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Oc\u00e9an, \u00f4 mon p\u00e8re ! Ouvre ton sein, j\u2019arrive !
\nTes flots tumultueux m\u2019ont d\u00e9j\u00e0 r\u00e9pondu ;
\nIls accourent ; mon onde a recul\u00e9, craintive,
\n\ufeffDevant leur accueil \u00e9perdu.<\/p>\n
En ton lit mugissant ton amour nous rassemble.
\nAutour des noirs \u00e9cueils ou sur le sable fin
\nNous allons, confondus, recommencer ensemble
\n\ufeffNos fureurs et nos jeux sans fin.<\/p>\n
Mais le soleil, baissant vers toi son \u0153il splendide,
\nM\u2019a d\u00e9couvert bient\u00f4t dans tes gouffres amers.
\nSon rayon tout puissant baise mon front limpide :
\n\ufeffJ\u2019ai repris le chemin des airs !<\/p>\n
Ainsi, jamais d\u2019arr\u00eat. L\u2019immortelle mati\u00e8re
\nUn seul instant encor n\u2019a pu se reposer.
\nLa Nature ne fait, patiente ouvri\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffQue dissoudre et recomposer.<\/p>\n
Tout se m\u00e9tamorphose entre ses mains actives ;
\nPartout le mouvement incessant et divers,
\nDans le cercle \u00e9ternel des formes fugitives,
\n\ufeffAgitant l\u2019immense univers.<\/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":[197],"poems-book":[716],"poemes-theme":[149],"poete":[717],"class_list":["post-15814","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-197","poems-book-poesies-philosophiques","poemes-theme-nature","poete-louise-ackermann"],"yoast_head":"\n