J\u2019ai d\u2019abord \u00e9t\u00e9 surpris
\nLe temps s\u2019ajoutait au temps
\nEt l\u2019angoisse \u00e0 l\u2019impatience
\nComme une nuit qui suivrait
\nUne autre nuit et le jour
\nDevient une chim\u00e8re grise
\nEt puis une chim\u00e8re noire
\nIl faut la regarder en soi
\nAvec les yeux du souvenir
\nEt bient\u00f4t l\u2019on voit en aveugle
\nEt l\u2019on est un sujet de nuit<\/p>\n
Je me suis mis \u00e0 t\u00e2tonner
\nDans un monde o\u00f9 la vie baissait
\nDes hommes que je connaissais
\nApparaissaient disparaissaient
\nFlammes en peine dans le soir
\nRires et larmes \u00e9clips\u00e9s
\nDes hommes s\u00fbrs de la vie
\nDes hommes nourris d\u2019espoir
\n\u00d4 mes fr\u00e8res courageux
\n\u00d4 mes fr\u00e8res en amour
\nJe vous ai perdus de vue<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Visages clairs souvenirs sombres
\nPuis comme un grand coup sur les yeux
\nVisages de papier br\u00fbl\u00e9
\nDans la m\u00e9moire rien que cendres
\nLa rose froide de l\u2019oubli
\nPourtant Desnos pourtant P\u00e9ri
\nCr\u00e9mieux Fondane Pierre Unik
\nSylvain Itkine Jean Jausion
\nGrou-Radenez Lucien Legros
\nLe temps le temps insupportable
\nPolitzer Decour Robert Blache
\nSerge Meyer Mathias L\u00fcbeck
\nMaurice Bourdet et Jean Fraysse
\nDominique Corticchiato
\nEt Max Jacob et Saint-Pol-Roux
\nRien que le temps de n\u2019\u00eatre plus
\nEt rien que le temps d\u2019\u00eatre tout
\nDans ma m\u00e9moire qui revient
\nDans la m\u00e9moire que j\u2019enseigne
\nRien que le temps d\u2019\u00eatre Desnos
\nRien que le temps d\u2019\u00eatre P\u00e9ri
\nRien que le temps d\u2019\u00eatre Cr\u00e9mieux
\nD\u2019\u00eatre Decour ou Politzer
\nOu Saint-Pol-Roux ou Max Jacob
\nGrou-Radenez Lucien Legros
\nSylvain Itkine Jean Jausion
\nSerge Meyer Mathias L\u00fcbeck
\nBlache Fondane Pierre Unik
\nDominique Corticchiato
\nMaurice Bourdet ou Jean Fraysse
\nEt tous \u00e0 l\u2019image de l\u2019homme
\nTous nous rendant la vie possible<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Des h\u00e9ros et des victimes
\nDans ce d\u00e9cor de soleils
\nEt de mers renouvel\u00e9es.
\nMais aussi dans ce chaos
\nDe travaux et de prisons
\nDe chagrins et de famines
\nLeurs mains ont serr\u00e9 les miennes
\nLeur voix a form\u00e9 ma voix
\nDans un miroir fraternel
\nEt mes mains serrent les mains
\nD\u2019hommes qui na\u00eetront demain
\nEt qui leur ressemblent tant
\nQue je me crois \u00e9ternel
\nLe sang passe la mort casse<\/p>\n
Nous ne sommes plus nombreux
\nNous sommes \u00e0 l\u2019infini.
\nLa lumi\u00e8re l\u2019air la nuit
\nR\u00e9sident en notre sein
\n\u00d4 mes fr\u00e8res courageux
\nAu long d\u2019un \u00e2ge parfait
\nJ\u2019en ai oubli\u00e9 l\u2019oubli<\/p>\n
Les lendemains sont anciens
\nEt le pass\u00e9 est tout neuf
\nEt nous sommes le commun
\nEt tout est commun sur terre
\nSimple comme un seul oiseau
\nQui confond d\u2019un seul coup d\u2019aile
\nLes champs nus et les r\u00e9coltes<\/p>\n
Et le ciel avec le sol.<\/p>\n
Septembre 1945.<\/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":[182],"poems-book":[178],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[168],"class_list":["post-1730","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-182","poems-book-au-rendez-vous-allemand","poete-paul-eluard"],"yoast_head":"\n