Moi qui n\u2019ai jamais pu me faire \u00e0 mon visage
\nQue m\u2019importe tra\u00eener dans la clart\u00e9 des cieux
\nLes coutures les traits et les taches de l\u2019\u00e2ge<\/p>\n
Mais lire les journaux demande d\u2019autres yeux
\nComment courir avec ce c\u0153ur qui bat trop vite
\nQue s\u2019est-il donc pass\u00e9 La vie et je suis vieux<\/p>\n
Tout p\u00e8se L\u2019ombre augmente aux gestes qu\u2019elle imite
\nLe monde ext\u00e9rieur se fait plus exigeant
\nChaque jour autrement je connais mes limites<\/p>\n
Je me sens \u00e9tranger toujours parmi les gens
\nJ\u2019entends mal je perds int\u00e9r\u00eat \u00e0 tant de choses
\nLe jour n\u2019a plus pour moi ses doux effets changeants<\/p>\n
Le printemps qui revient est sans m\u00e9tamorphoses
\nIl ne m\u2019apporte plus la lourdeur des lilas
\nJe crois me souvenir lorsque je sens les roses<\/p>\n
Je ne tiens plus jamais jamais entre mes bras
\nLa mer qui se ruait et me roulait d\u2019\u00e9cume
\nJusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce qu\u2019\u00e0 la fin tous les deux fussions las<\/p>\n
Voici d\u00e9j\u00e0 beau temps que je n\u2019ai plus coutume
\nDe d\u00e9fier la neige et gravir les sommets
\nDans l\u2019\u00e9blouissement du soleil et des brumes<\/p>\n
M\u00eame comme autrefois je ne puis plus jamais
\nPartir dans les chemins devant moi pour des heures
\nSans calculer ce que revenir me permet<\/p>\n
Revenir<\/p>\n
Ces pas-ci vont vers d\u2019autres demeures
\nJe ne reprendrai pas les sentiers parcourus
\nDieu merci le repos de l\u2019homme c\u2019est qu\u2019il meure<\/p>\n
Et le sillon jamais ne revoit la charrue
\nOn se fait lentement \u00e0 cette paix profonde
\nElle avance vers nous comme l\u2019eau d\u2019une crue<\/p>\n
Elle monte elle monte en vous elle f\u00e9conde
\nChaque minute. Elle fait \u00e0 tout ce lointain
\nAmer et merveilleux comme la fin du monde<\/p>\n
Et de la sentir proche et plus frais qu\u2019au matin
\nAvant l\u2019\u00e9panouissement de la lumi\u00e8re
\nLe parfum de l\u2019\u00e9toile en dernier qui s\u2019\u00e9teint<\/p>\n
Quand ce qui fut malheur ou bonheur ce nomme hier
\nPourtant l\u2019\u00e9toile brille encore et le c\u0153ur bat
\nPourtant quand je croyais cette fi\u00e8vre premi\u00e8re<\/p>\n
Apais\u00e9e \u00e0 la fin comme un vent qui tomba
\nQuand je croyais le trouble aboli le vertige
\nOubli\u00e9 l\u2019air ancien balbuti\u00e9 trop bas<\/p>\n
Que l\u2019\u00e9cho le r\u00e9p\u00e8te au loin
\nVoyons que dis-je
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 je perds le fil t\u00e9nu de ma pens\u00e9e
\nInsensible d\u00e9j\u00e0 seul et sourd aux prodiges<\/p>\n
Quand je croyais le seuil de l\u2019ombre outrepass\u00e9
\nLe frisson d\u2019autrefois revient dans mon absence
\nEt comme d\u2019une main mon front est caress\u00e9<\/p>\n
Le jour au plus profond de moi reprend naissance<\/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-16393","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-931","poems-book-le-roman-inacheve","poete-louis-aragon"],"yoast_head":"\n