Jeanne et Georges sont l\u00e0. Le noir ciel orageux
\nDevient rose, et r\u00e9pand l\u2019aurore sur leurs jeux ;
\n\u00d4 beaux jours ! Le printemps aupr\u00e8s de moi s\u2019empresse ;
\nTout verdit ; la for\u00eat est une enchanteresse ;
\nL\u2019horizon change, ainsi qu\u2019un d\u00e9cor d\u2019op\u00e9ra ;
\nAppelez ce doux mois du nom qu\u2019il vous plaira,<\/p>\n
C\u2019est mai, c\u2019est flor\u00e9al ; c\u2019est l\u2019hym\u00e9n\u00e9e auguste
\nDe la chose tremblante et de la chose juste,
\nDu nid et de l\u2019azur, du brin d\u2019herbe et du ciel ;
\nC\u2019est l\u2019heure o\u00f9 tout se sent vaguement \u00e9ternel ;
\nC\u2019est l\u2019\u00e9blouissement, c\u2019est l\u2019espoir, c\u2019est l\u2019ivresse ;
\nLa plante est une femme, et mon vers la caresse ;
\nC\u2019est, gr\u00e2ce aux frais gla\u00efeuls, gr\u00e2ce aux purs liserons,
\nLa vengeance que nous po\u00e8tes nous tirons
\nDe cet affreux janvier, si laid ; c\u2019est la revanche
\nQu\u2019avril contre l\u2019hiver prend avec la pervenche ;
\nCourage, avril ! Courage, \u00f4 mois de mai ! Ciel bleu,
\nR\u00e9chauffe, resplendis, sois beau ! Bravo, bon Dieu !
\nAh ! jamais la saison ne nous fait banqueroute.
\nL\u2019aube passe en semant des roses sur sa route.
\nFlamme ! ombre ! tout est plein de t\u00e9n\u00e8bres et d\u2019yeux ;
\nTout est myst\u00e9rieux et tout est radieux ;
\nQu\u2019est-ce que l\u2019alcyon cherche dans les temp\u00eates ?
\nL\u2019amour ; l\u2019antre et le nid ayant les m\u00eames f\u00eates,
\nJe ne vois pas pourquoi l\u2019homme serait honteux
\nDe ce que les lions pensifs ont devant eux,
\nDe l\u2019amour, de l\u2019hymen sacr\u00e9, de toi, nature !
\nTout cachot aboutit \u00e0 la m\u00eame ouverture,
\nLa vie ; et toute cha\u00eene, \u00e0 travers nos douleurs,
\nCommence par l\u2019airain et finit par les fleurs.
\nC\u2019est pourquoi nous avons d\u2019abord la haine inf\u00e2me,
\nLa guerre, les tourments, les fl\u00e9aux, puis la femme,
\nLa nuit n\u2019ayant pour but que d\u2019amener le jour.
\nDieu n\u2019a fait l\u2019univers que pour faire l\u2019amour.<\/p>\n
Toujours, comme un po\u00e8te aime, comme les sages
\nN\u2019ont pas deux v\u00e9rit\u00e9s et n\u2019ont pas deux visages,
\nJ\u2019ai laiss\u00e9 la beaut\u00e9, fier et supr\u00eame attrait,
\nVaincre, et faire de moi tout ce qu\u2019elle voudrait ;
\nJe n\u2019ai pas plus cach\u00e9 devant la femme nue
\nMes transports, que devant l\u2019\u00e9toile sous la nue
\nEt devant la blancheur du cygne sur les eaux.
\nCar dans l\u2019azur sans fond les plus profonds oiseaux
\nChantent le m\u00eame chant, et ce chant, c\u2019est la vie.
\nSois puissant, je te plains ; sois aim\u00e9, je t\u2019envie.<\/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":[443],"poems-book":[447],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9718","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n