Je me souviens d\u2019un air qu\u2019on ne pouvait entendre
\nSans que le coeur batt\u00eet et le sang f\u00fbt en feu
\nSans que le feu repr\u00eet comme un coeur sous la cendre
\nEt l\u2019on savait enfin pourquoi le ciel est bleu<\/p>\n
Je me souviens d\u2019un air pareil \u00e0 l\u2019air du large
\nD\u2019un air pareil au cri des oiseaux migrateurs
\nUn air dont le sanglot semble porter en marge
\nLa revanche de sel des mers sur leurs dompteurs<\/p>\n
Je me souviens d\u2019un air que l\u2019on sifflait dans l\u2019ombre
\nDans les temps sans soleils ni chevaliers errants
\nQuand l\u2019enfance pleurait et dans les catacombes
\nR\u00eavait un peuple pur \u00e0 la mort des tyrans<\/p>\n
Il portait dans son nom les \u00e9pines sacr\u00e9es
\nQui font au front d\u2019un dieu ses larmes de couleur
\nEt le chant dans la chair comme une barque ancr\u00e9e
\nRavivait sa blessure et rouvrait sa douleur<\/p>\n
Personne n\u2019e\u00fbt os\u00e9 lui donner des paroles
\nA cet air fredonnant tous les mots interdits
\nUnivers ravag\u00e9 d\u2019anciennes v\u00e9roles
\nIl \u00e9tait ton espoir et tes quatre jeudis<\/p>\n
Je cherche vainement ses phrases d\u00e9chirantes
\nMais la terre n\u2019a plus que des pleurs d\u2019op\u00e9ra
\nIl manque au souvenir de ses eaux murmurantes
\nL\u2019appel de source en source au soir des t\u00e9noras<\/p>\n
O Sainte Epine \u00f4 Sainte Epine recommence
\nOn t\u2019\u00e9coutait debout jadis t\u2019en souviens-tu
\nQui saurait aujourd\u2019hui r\u00e9nover ta romance
\nRendre la voix aux bois chanteurs qui se sont tus<\/p>\n
Je veux croire qu\u2019il est encore des musiques
\nAu coeur myst\u00e9rieux du pays que voil\u00e0
\nLes muets parleront et les paralytiques
\nMarcheront un beau jour au son de la cobla<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019on verra tomber du front du Fils de l\u2019Homme
\nLa couronne de sang symbole du malheur
\nEt l\u2019Homme chantera tout haut cette fois comme
\nSi la vie \u00e9tait belle et l\u2019aub\u00e9pine en fleurs<\/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":[928],"poems-book":[857],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[281],"class_list":["post-16403","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-928","poems-book-le-creve-coeur","poete-louis-aragon"],"yoast_head":"\n