Rappelez-vous l\u2019objet que nous v\u00eemes, mon \u00e2me,
\nCe beau matin d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 si doux :
\nAu d\u00e9tour d\u2019un sentier une charogne inf\u00e2me
\nSur un lit sem\u00e9 de cailloux,<\/p>\n
Les jambes en l\u2019air, comme une femme lubrique,
\nBr\u00fblante et suant les poisons,
\nOuvrait d\u2019une fa\u00e7on nonchalante et cynique
\nSon ventre plein d\u2019exhalaisons.<\/p>\n
Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture,
\n\ufeffComme afin de la cuire \u00e0 point,
\nEt de rendre au centuple \u00e0 la grande Nature
\n\ufeffTout ce qu\u2019ensemble elle avait joint.<\/p>\n
Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
\n\ufeffComme une fleur s\u2019\u00e9panouir ;
\n\u2014 La puanteur \u00e9tait si forte que sur l\u2019herbe
\n\ufeffVous cr\u00fbtes vous \u00e9vanouir ; \u2014<\/p>\n
Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride,
\n\ufeffD\u2019o\u00f9 sortaient de noirs bataillons
\nDe larves qui coulaient comme un \u00e9pais liquide
\n\ufeffLe long de ces vivants haillons.<\/p>\n
Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague,
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 s\u2019\u00e9lan\u00e7ait en p\u00e9tillant ;
\nOn e\u00fbt dit que le corps, enfl\u00e9 d\u2019un souffle vague,
\n\ufeffVivait en se multipliant.<\/p>\n
Et ce monde rendait une \u00e9trange musique
\n\ufeffComme l\u2019eau courante et le vent,
\nOu le grain qu\u2019un vanneur d\u2019un mouvement rythmique
\n\ufeffAgite et tourne dans son van.<\/p>\n
Les formes s\u2019effa\u00e7aient et n\u2019\u00e9taient plus qu\u2019un r\u00eave,
\n\ufeffUne \u00e9bauche lente \u00e0 venir,
\nSur la toile oubli\u00e9e, et que l\u2019artiste ach\u00e8ve
\n\ufeffSeulement par le souvenir.<\/p>\n
Derri\u00e8re les rochers une chienne inqui\u00e8te
\nNous regardait d\u2019un \u0153il f\u00e2ch\u00e9,
\n\u00c9piant le moment de reprendre au squelette
\nLe morceau qu\u2019elle avait l\u00e2ch\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Et pourtant vous serez semblable \u00e0 cette ordure,
\n\u00c0 cette horrible infection,
\n\u00c9toile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
\nVous, mon ange et ma passion !<\/p>\n
Oui, telle vous serez, \u00f4 la reine des gr\u00e2ces,
\nApr\u00e8s les derniers sacrements,
\nQuand vous irez sous l\u2019herbe et les floraisons grasses
\nMoisir parmi les ossements.<\/p>\n
Alors, \u00f4 ma beaut\u00e9, dites \u00e0 la vermine
\nQui vous mangera de baisers
\nQue j\u2019ai gard\u00e9 la forme et l\u2019essence divine
\nDe mes amours d\u00e9compos\u00e9s !<\/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":[186],"poems-book":[189],"poemes-theme":[171,346,330],"poete":[190],"class_list":["post-1846","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-186","poems-book-les-fleurs-du-mal","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-carpe-diem","poemes-theme-mort","poete-charles-baudelaire"],"yoast_head":"\n