Amour ! Loi, dit J\u00e9sus. Myst\u00e8re, dit Platon.
\nSait-on quel fil nous lie au firmament ? Sait-on
\nCe que les mains de Dieu dans l\u2019immensit\u00e9 s\u00e8ment ?
\nEst-on ma\u00eetre d\u2019aimer ? Pourquoi deux \u00eatres s\u2019aiment,
\nDemande \u00e0 l\u2019eau qui court, demande \u00e0 l\u2019air qui fuit,
\nAu moucheron qui vole \u00e0 la flamme la nuit,
\nAu rayon d\u2019or qui vient baiser la grappe m\u00fbre !
\nDemande \u00e0 ce qui chante, appelle, attend, murmure !
\nDemande aux nids profonds qu\u2019avril met en \u00e9moi !
\nLe c\u0153ur \u00e9perdu crie : Est-ce que je sais, moi ?
\nCette femme a pass\u00e9 : je suis fou. C\u2019est l\u2019histoire.
\nSes cheveux \u00e9taient blonds, sa prunelle \u00e9tait noire ;
\nEn plein midi, joyeuse, une fleur au corset,
\nIllumination du jour, elle passait ;
\nElle allait, la charmante, et riait, la superbe ;
\nSes petits pieds semblaient chuchoter avec l\u2019herbe ;
\nUn oiseau bleu volait dans l\u2019air, et me parla ;
\nEt comment voulez-vous que j\u2019\u00e9chappe \u00e0 cela ?
\nEst-ce que je sais, moi ? C\u2019\u00e9tait au temps des roses ;
\nLes arbres se disaient tout bas de douces choses ;
\nLes ruisseaux l\u2019ont voulu, les fleurs l\u2019ont complot\u00e9.
\nJ\u2019aime ! \u2014 \u00d4 Bodin, Vouglans, Delancre ! pr\u00e9v\u00f4t\u00e9,
\nBailliage, ch\u00e2telet, grand\u2019chambre, saint office,
\nDemandez le secret de ce doux mal\u00e9fice
\nAux vents, au frais printemps chassant l\u2019hiver hagard,
\nAu philtre qu\u2019un regard boit dans l\u2019autre regard,
\nAu sourire qui r\u00eave, \u00e0 la voix qui caresse,
\n\u00c0 ce magicien, \u00e0 cette charmeresse !
\nDemandez aux sentiers tra\u00eetres qui, dans les bois,
\nVous font recommencer les m\u00eames pas cent fois,
\n\u00c0 la branche de mai, cette Armide qui guette,
\nEt fait tourner sur nous en cercle sa baguette !
\nDemandez \u00e0 la vie, \u00e0 la nature, aux cieux,
\nAu vague enchantement des champs myst\u00e9rieux !
\nExorcisez le pr\u00e9 tentateur, l\u2019antre, l\u2019orme !
\nFaites, Cujas au poing, un bon proc\u00e8s en forme
\nAux sources dont le c\u0153ur \u00e9coute les sanglots,
\nAu soupir \u00e9ternel des for\u00eats et des flots.
\nDressez proc\u00e8s-verbal contre les p\u00e2querettes
\nQui laissent les bourdons froisser leurs collerettes ;
\nInstrumentez ; tonnez. Prouvez que deux amants
\nLivraient leur \u00e2me aux fleurs, aux bois, aux lacs dormants,
\nEt qu\u2019ils ont fait un pacte avec la lune sombre,
\nAvec l\u2019illusion, l\u2019esp\u00e9rance aux yeux d\u2019ombre,
\nEt l\u2019extase chantant des hymnes inconnus,
\nEt qu\u2019ils allaient tous deux, d\u00e8s que brillait V\u00e9nus,
\nSur l\u2019herbe que la brise agite par bouff\u00e9es,
\nDanser au bleu sabbat de ces nocturnes f\u00e9es,
\n\u00c9perdus, poss\u00e9d\u00e9s d\u2019un adorable ennui,
\nElle n\u2019\u00e9tant plus elle et lui n\u2019\u00e9tant plus lui !
\nQuoi ! nous sommes encore aux temps o\u00f9 la Tournelle,
\nD\u00e9clarant la magie impie et criminelle,
\nLui dressait un b\u00fbcher par arr\u00eat de la cour,
\nEt le dernier sorcier qu\u2019on br\u00fble, c\u2019est l\u2019Amour !<\/p>\n
Juillet 1843.<\/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":[224],"poems-book":[225],"poemes-theme":[171],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9216","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poemes-theme-amour","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n