Tout en mangeant d\u2019un air effar\u00e9 vos oranges,
\nVous semblez aujourd\u2019hui, mes tremblants petits anges,
\nMe redouter un peu ;
\nPourquoi ? c\u2019est ma bont\u00e9 qu\u2019il faut toujours attendre,
\nJeanne, et c\u2019est le devoir de l\u2019a\u00efeul d\u2019\u00eatre tendre
\nEt du ciel d\u2019\u00eatre bleu.<\/p>\n
N\u2019ayez pas peur. C\u2019est vrai, j\u2019ai l\u2019air f\u00e2ch\u00e9, je gronde,
\nNon contre vous. H\u00e9las, enfants, dans ce vil monde,
\nLe pr\u00eatre hait et ment ;<\/p>\n
Et, voyez-vous, j\u2019entends jusqu\u2019en nos verts asiles
\nUn sombre brouhaha de choses imb\u00e9ciles
\nQui passe en ce moment.<\/p>\n
Les pr\u00eatres font de l\u2019ombre. Ah ! je veux m\u2019y soustraire.
\nLa plaine resplendit ; viens, Jeanne, avec ton fr\u00e8re,
\nViens, George, avec ta s\u0153ur ;
\nUn rayon sort du lac, l\u2019aube est dans la chaumi\u00e8re ;
\nCe qui monte de tout vers Dieu, c\u2019est la lumi\u00e8re ;
\nEt d\u2019eux, c\u2019est la noirceur.<\/p>\n
J\u2019aime une petitesse et je d\u00e9teste l\u2019autre ;
\nJe hais leur b\u00e9gaiement et j\u2019adore le v\u00f4tre ;
\nEnfants, quand vous parlez,
\nJe me penche, \u00e9coutant ce que dit l\u2019\u00e2me pure,
\nEt je crois entrevoir une vague ouverture
\nDes grands cieux \u00e9toil\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Car vous \u00e9tiez hier, \u00f4 doux parleurs \u00e9tranges,
\nLes interlocuteurs des astres et des anges ;
\nEn vous rien n\u2019est mauvais ;<\/p>\n
Vous m\u2019apportez, \u00e0 moi sur qui gronde la nue,
\nOn ne sait quel rayon de l\u2019aurore inconnue ;
\nVous en venez, j\u2019y vais.<\/p>\n
Ce que vous dites sort du firmament aust\u00e8re ;
\nQuelque chose de plus que l\u2019homme et que la terre
\nEst dans vos jeunes yeux ;
\nEt votre voix o\u00f9 rien n\u2019insulte, o\u00f9 rien ne bl\u00e2me,
\nO\u00f9 rien ne mord, s\u2019ajoute au vaste \u00e9pithalame
\nDes bois myst\u00e9rieux.<\/p>\n
Ce doux balbutiement me pla\u00eet, je le pr\u00e9f\u00e8re ;
\nCar j\u2019y sens l\u2019id\u00e9al ; j\u2019ai l\u2019air de ne rien faire
\nDans les fauves for\u00eats.
\nEt pourtant Dieu sait bien que tout le jour j\u2019\u00e9coute
\nL\u2019eau tomber d\u2019un plafond de rochers goutte \u00e0 goutte
\nAu fond des antres frais.<\/p>\n
Ce qu\u2019on appelle mort et ce qu\u2019on nomme vie
\nParle la m\u00eame langue \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2me inassouvie ;
\nEn bas nous \u00e9touffons ;<\/p>\n
Mais r\u00eaver, c\u2019est planer dans les apoth\u00e9oses,
\nC\u2019est comprendre ; et les nids disent les m\u00eames choses
\nQue les tombeaux profonds.<\/p>\n
Les pr\u00eatres vont criant : Anath\u00e8me ! anath\u00e8me !
\nMais la nature dit de toutes parts : Je t\u2019aime !
\nVenez, enfants ; le jour
\nEst partout, et partout on voit la joie \u00e9clore ;
\nEt l\u2019infini n\u2019a pas plus d\u2019azur et d\u2019aurore
\nQue l\u2019\u00e2me n\u2019a d\u2019amour.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai fait la grosse voix contre ces noirs pygm\u00e9es ;
\nMais ne me craignez pas ; les fleurs sont embaum\u00e9es,
\nLes bois sont triomphants ;
\nLe printemps est la f\u00eate immense, et nous en sommes ;
\nVenez, j\u2019ai quelquefois fait peur aux petits hommes,
\nNon aux petits enfants.<\/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-9730","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n