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I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cette idole, yeux noirs et crin jaune, sans parents ni cour, plus noble que la fable, mexicaine et flamande ; son domaine, azur et verdure insolents, court sur des plages nomm\u00e9es, par des vagues sans vaisseaux, de noms f\u00e9rocement grecs, slaves, celtiques.<\/p>\n

\u00c0 la lisi\u00e8re de la for\u00eat, \u2014 les fleurs de r\u00eave tintent, \u00e9clatent, \u00e9clairent, \u2014 la fille \u00e0 l\u00e8vre d\u2019orange, les genoux crois\u00e9s dans le clair d\u00e9luge qui sourd des pr\u00e9s, nudit\u00e9 qu\u2019ombrent, traversent et habillent les arcs-en-ciel, la flore, la mer.<\/p>\n

Dames qui tournoient sur les terrasses voisines de la mer ; enfantes et g\u00e9antes, superbes noires dans la mousse vert-de-gris, bijoux debout sur le sol gras des bosquets et des jardinets d\u00e9gel\u00e9s, \u2014 jeunes m\u00e8res et grandes s\u0153urs aux regards pleins de p\u00e8lerinages, sultanes, princesses de d\u00e9marche et de costume tyranniques, petites \u00e9trang\u00e8res et personnes doucement malheureuses.<\/p>\n

Quel ennui, l\u2019heure du \u00ab cher corps \u00bb et \u00ab cher c\u0153ur \u00bb !<\/p>\n

II<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u2019est elle, la petite morte, derri\u00e8re les rosiers. \u2014 La jeune maman tr\u00e9pass\u00e9e descend le perron. \u2014 La cal\u00e8che du cousin crie sur le sable. \u2014 Le petit fr\u00e8re \u2014 (il est aux Indes !) l\u00e0, devant le couchant, sur le pr\u00e9 d\u2019\u0153illets, \u2014 les vieux qu\u2019on a enterr\u00e9s tout droits dans le rempart aux girofl\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

L\u2019essaim des feuilles d\u2019or entoure la maison du g\u00e9n\u00e9ral. Ils sont dans le midi. \u2014 On suit la route rouge pour arriver \u00e0 l\u2019auberge vide. Le ch\u00e2teau est \u00e0 vendre ; les persiennes sont d\u00e9tach\u00e9es. \u2014 Le cur\u00e9 aura emport\u00e9 la clef de l\u2019\u00e9glise. \u2014 Autour du parc, les loges des gardes sont inhabit\u00e9es. Les palissades sont si hautes qu\u2019on ne voit que les cimes bruissantes. D\u2019ailleurs il n\u2019y a rien \u00e0 voir l\u00e0 dedans.<\/p>\n

Les pr\u00e9s remontent aux hameaux sans coqs, sans enclumes. L\u2019\u00e9cluse est lev\u00e9e. \u00d4 les calvaires et les moulins du d\u00e9sert, les \u00eeles et les meules !<\/p>\n

Des fleurs magiques bourdonnaient. Les talus le ber\u00e7aient. Des b\u00eates d\u2019une \u00e9l\u00e9gance fabuleuse circulaient. Les nu\u00e9es s\u2019amassaient sur la haute mer faite d\u2019une \u00e9ternit\u00e9 de chaudes larmes.<\/p>\n

III<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au bois il y a un oiseau, son chant vous arr\u00eate et vous fait rougir.<\/p>\n

Il y a une horloge qui ne sonne pas.<\/p>\n

Il y a une fondri\u00e8re avec un nid de b\u00eates blanches.<\/p>\n

Il y a une cath\u00e9drale qui descend et un lac qui monte.<\/p>\n

Il y a une petite voiture abandonn\u00e9e dans le taillis ou qui descend le sentier en courant, enrubann\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Il y a une troupe de petits com\u00e9diens en costumes, aper\u00e7us sur la route \u00e0 travers la lisi\u00e8re du bois.<\/p>\n

Il y a enfin, quand l\u2019on a faim et soif, quelqu\u2019un qui vous chasse.<\/p>\n

IV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Je suis le saint, en pri\u00e8re sur la terrasse, comme les b\u00eates pacifiques paissent jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la mer de Palestine.<\/p>\n

Je suis le savant au fauteuil sombre. Les branches et la pluie se jettent \u00e0 la crois\u00e9e de la biblioth\u00e8que.<\/p>\n

Je suis le pi\u00e9ton de la grand\u2019route par les bois nains ; la rumeur des \u00e9cluses couvre mes pas. Je vois longtemps la m\u00e9lancolique lessive d\u2019or du couchant.<\/p>\n

Je serais bien l\u2019enfant abandonn\u00e9 sur la jet\u00e9e partie \u00e0 la haute mer, le petit valet suivant l\u2019all\u00e9e dont le front touche le ciel.<\/p>\n

Les sentiers sont \u00e2pres. Les monticules se couvrent de gen\u00eats. L\u2019air est immobile. Que les oiseaux et les sources sont loin ! Ce ne peut \u00eatre que la fin du monde, en avan\u00e7ant.<\/p>\n

V<\/strong><\/p>\n

Qu\u2019on me loue enfin ce tombeau, blanchi \u00e0 la chaux avec les lignes du ciment en relief, \u2014 tr\u00e8s loin sous terre.<\/p>\n

Je m\u2019accoude \u00e0 la table, la lampe \u00e9claire tr\u00e8s vivement ces journaux que je suis idiot de relire, ces livres sans int\u00e9r\u00eat.<\/p>\n

\u00c0 une distance \u00e9norme au-dessus de mon salon souterrain, les maisons s\u2019implantent, les brumes s\u2019assemblent. La boue est rouge ou noire. Ville monstrueuse, nuit sans fin !<\/p>\n

Moins haut, sont des \u00e9gouts. Aux c\u00f4t\u00e9s, rien que l\u2019\u00e9paisseur du globe. Peut-\u00eatre les gouffres d\u2019azur, des puits de feu ? C\u2019est peut-\u00eatre sur ces plans que se rencontrent lunes et com\u00e8tes, mers et fables.<\/p>\n

Aux heures d\u2019amertume, je m\u2019imagine des boules de saphir, de m\u00e9tal. Je suis ma\u00eetre du silence. Pourquoi une apparence de soupirail bl\u00eamirait-elle au coin de la vo\u00fbte 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