Usons ici le fiel de nos f\u00e2cheuses vies,
\nHorriblant de nos cris les ombres de ces bois :
\nCes roches \u00e9gar\u00e9es, ces fontaines suivies
\nPar l\u2019\u00e9cho des for\u00eats r\u00e9pondront \u00e0 nos voix.<\/p>\n
Les vents continuels, l\u2019\u00e9pais de ces nuages,
\nCes \u00e9tangs noirs remplis d\u2019aspics, non de poissons,
\nLes cerfs craintifs, les ours et l\u00e9zardes sauvages
\nTrancheront leur repos pour ou\u00efr mes chansons.<\/p>\n
Comme le feu cruel qui a mis en ruine
\nUn palais, forcenant l\u00e9ger de lieu en lieu,
\nLe malheur me d\u00e9vore, et ainsi m\u2019extermine
\nLe brandon de l\u2019amour, l\u2019impitoyable dieu.<\/p>\n
H\u00e9las ! Pans forestiers et vous faunes sauvages,
\nNe gu\u00e9rissez-vous point la plaie qui me nuit,
\nNe savez-vous rem\u00e8de aux amoureuses rages,
\nDe tant de belles fleurs que la terre produit ?<\/p>\n
Au secours de ma vie ou \u00e0 ma mort prochaine
\nAccourez, d\u00e9it\u00e9s qui habitez ces lieux,
\nOu soyez m\u00e9decins de ma sanglante peine,
\nOu faites les t\u00e9moins de ma perte vos yeux.<\/p>\n
Rel\u00e9gu\u00e9 parmi vous, je veux qu\u2019en ma demeure
\nNe soit marqu\u00e9 le pied d\u2019un d\u00e9licat plaisir,
\nSinon lorsqu\u2019il faudra que consomm\u00e9 je meure,
\nSatisfait du plus beau de mon triste d\u00e9sir.<\/p>\n
Le lieu de mon repos est une chambre peinte
\nDe mil os blanchissants et de t\u00eates de morts,
\nO\u00f9 ma joie est plus t\u00f4t de son objet \u00e9teinte :
\nUn oubli gracieux ne la pousse dehors.<\/p>\n
Sortent de l\u00e0 tous ceux qui ont encore envie
\nDe semer et chercher quelque contentement,
\nViennent ceux qui voudront me ressembler de vie
\nPourvu que l\u2019amour soit cause de leur tourment.<\/p>\n
Je mire en adorant dans une anatomie
\nLe portrait de Diane entre les os, afin
\nQue voyant sa beaut\u00e9 ma fortune ennemie
\nL\u2019environne partout de ma cruelle fin.<\/p>\n
Dans le corps de la mort j\u2019ai enferm\u00e9 ma vie,
\nEt ma beaut\u00e9 para\u00eet horrible entre les os.
\nVoil\u00e0 comment ma joie est de regret suivie,
\nComment de mon travail ma mort seule a repos.<\/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":[],"poems-book":[893],"poemes-theme":[171,352,330],"poete":[796],"class_list":["post-16930","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","poems-book-stances-aubigne","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-desespoir","poemes-theme-mort","poete-theodore-agrippa-daubigne"],"yoast_head":"\n