Comme il a vite entre les doigts pass\u00e9
\nLe sable de jeunesse
\nJe suis comme un qui n\u2019a fait que danser
\nSurpris que le jour naisse
\nJ\u2019ai gaspill\u00e9 je ne sais trop comment
\nLa saison de ma force
\nLa vie est l\u00e0 qui trouve un autre amant
\nEt d\u2019avec moi divorce
\nRien n\u2019est plus amer A qui t\u2019en prends-tu
\nPlus commun plus facile
\nQue perdre son temps et le temps perdu
\nPourquoi t\u2019en souvient-il
\nLe hasard fait que j\u2019y pense parfois
\nEt toujours je m\u2019\u00e9tonne
\nAinsi je fus ainsi j\u2019ai v\u00e9cu moi
\nCe printemps monotone
\nOn n\u2019en peut compter rien d\u2019int\u00e9ressant
\nMalgr\u00e9 ses airs baroques
\nEt je n\u2019ai jamais \u00e9t\u00e9 qu\u2019un passant
\nEmbourb\u00e9 dans l\u2019\u00e9poque
\nDe loin tout \u00e7a para\u00eet aventureux
\nSaoulant blasph\u00e9matoire
\nLes nouveaux venus en parlent entre eux
\nOn en fait des histoires
\nVous du moins dit-on vous aurez bien ri
\nEntre les draps du drame
\nS\u00fbr cela valait d\u2019y mettre le prix
\nF\u00fbt-ce le corps et l\u2019\u00e2me
\nVous aurez \u00e9t\u00e9 libres de r\u00eaver
\nLibres comme l\u2019injure
\nMais vous regardez nos pieds entrav\u00e9s
\nAvoir raison c\u2019est dur
\nIls r\u00eavent pourtant ces fils d\u2019aujourd\u2019hui
\nO\u00f9 toute chose est claire
\nEt s\u2019ils ont regret c\u2019est de notre nuit
\nEt de notre col\u00e8re
\nAh le beau plaisir que lire aux bougies
\nDes choses \u00e9ternelles
\nIls voudraient troquer l\u2019id\u00e9ologie
\nPour l\u2019irrationnel
\nNe voyez-vous pas malheureux enfants
\nQue tout ce que nous f\u00fbmes
\nSe dresse devant vous et vous d\u00e9fend
\nLe seuil mauvais des brumes
\nCe que nous \u00e9tions nous l\u2019avons pay\u00e9
\nPlus qu\u2019on ne l\u2019imagine
\nEt regardez ceux qui vous foudroy\u00e9s
\nSans c\u0153ur dans leur poitrine
\nMais qu\u2019esp\u00e9raient-ils et qui ne vint pas
\nQuels astres quelles f\u00eates
\nDe qui croyez-vous ces traces de pas
\nDes hommes ou des b\u00eates
\nIls s\u2019imaginaient d\u2019autres horizons
\nD\u2019autres airs de musique
\nEt vous vous plaigniez vous d\u2019avoir raison
\nSur leur m\u00e9taphysique
\nMoi j\u2019ai tout donn\u00e9 que vous sachiez mieux
\nLa route qu\u2019il faut prendre
\nVoil\u00e0 que vous faites la moue aux cieux
\nEt vous couvrez de cendres
\nMoi j\u2019ai tout donn\u00e9 mes illusions
\nEt ma vie et mes hontes
\nPour vous \u00e9pargner la d\u00e9rision
\nDe n\u2019\u00eatre au bout du compte
\nQue ce qu\u2019\u00e0 la fin nous aurons \u00e9t\u00e9
\nA ch\u00e9rir notre mal
\nLe papier jauni des lettres jet\u00e9es
\nAu grenier dans la malle<\/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":[931],"poems-book":[859],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[281],"class_list":["post-16388","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-931","poems-book-le-roman-inacheve","poete-louis-aragon"],"yoast_head":"\n