Ainsi, ce chemin de nuage de Paul-Jean TOULET (1867-1920) (Recueil : Contrerimes)

Ainsi, ce chemin de nuage de Paul-Jean TOULET (1867-1920) (Recueil : Contrerimes)
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llllllllllAinsi, ce chemin de nuage,llllllllll
lllllllll"lVous ne le prendrez point,l"llllllll
lllllllllD'où j'ai vu me sourire au loinl"lllll
lllllllll"llllVotre brillant mirage ?ll"llllllllll
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lllll"llLe soir d'or sur les étangs bleusl"llll
llllllllllllllD'une étrange savane,llllllllllllll
lllllllOù pleut la fleur de frangipane,l"llll
lllllllllllll"N'éblouira vos yeux ;llll"lllllllllll
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lllllllllllllNi les feux de la luciolelllllllllllll
lllllllllllllDans cette épaisse nuitllllllllllllll
lllllll"lQue tout à coup perce l'ennuilllllll
llllllllllll"lD'un tigre qui miaule.ll""llllllllll
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# Posté le samedi 18 octobre 2008 18:06

Modifié le lundi 02 février 2009 16:02

Paysage de Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821-1867) (Recueil : Les fleurs du mal)

Paysage de Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821-1867) (Recueil : Les fleurs du mal)
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llllllllllllllllllJe veux, pour composer chastement mes églogues,lllllllll.llllllll
llllllllllll.lllllllllCoucher auprès du ciel, comme les astrologues,lllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllEt, voisin des clochers, écouter en rêvantllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllll.llLeurs hymnes solennels emportés par le vent.lllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllLes deux mains au menton, du haut de ma mansarde,llllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllll.llllllllJe verrai l'atelier qui chante et qui bavarde ;llllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllll.lllllLes tuyaux, les clochers, ces mâts de la cité,llll.lllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllEt les grands ciels qui font rêver d'éternité.llllllllllllllllllllllllll
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lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllll.llllllllllIl est doux, à travers les brumes, de voir naîtrellllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllL'étoile dans l'azur, la lampe à la fenêtre,lllllllll;llllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllll.llllLes fleuves de charbon monter au firmamentlllllll.lllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllEt la lune verser son pâle enchantement.llllllllllllllll.lllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllJe verrai les printemps, les étés, les automnes ;llllllllllllll.lllll
llllllllllllllllll.lllEt quand viendra l'hiver aux neiges monotones,llll.llllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllll.lllJe fermerai partout portières et voletslllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllPour bâtir dans la nuit mes féeriques palais.lllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllll.llAlors je rêverai des horizons bleuâtres,llllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllDes jardins, des jets d'eau pleurant dans les albâtres,llllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllll.llllDes baisers, des oiseaux chantant soir et matin,llllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllEt tout ce que l'Idylle a de plus enfantin.llllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllll.lllllllL'Émeute, tempêtant vainement à ma vitre,lllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllll.llllNe fera pas lever mon front de mon pupitre ;lllllllll.llllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllCar je serai plongé dans cette voluptélllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllD'évoquer le Printemps avec ma volonté,llllll.llllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllDe tirer un soleil de mon coeur, et de fairellllll.lllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllll.llDe mes pensers brûlants une tiède atmosphère.lllllllllllllllllllll
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# Posté le samedi 18 octobre 2008 17:54

Modifié le lundi 20 octobre 2008 18:45

Mon âme est ce lac même... de Charles SAINTE-BEUVE (1804-1869)

Mon âme est ce lac même... de Charles SAINTE-BEUVE (1804-1869)
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lllllMon âme est ce lac même où le soleil qui penche,lllll
..Par un beau soir d'automne, envoie un feu mourant :l
lllllLe flot frissonne à peine, et pas une aile blanche,llllll
lllllll.lPas une rame au loin n'y joue en l'effleurant.llllllllll
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llllllTout dort, tout est tranquille, et le cristal limpide,llllll
lllllllll.lllEn se refroidissant à l'air glacé des nuits,llllllllllllll
llll.llllSans écho, sans soupir, sans un pli qui le ride,llll.ll
lll.llSemble un miroir tout fait pour les pâles ennuis.lllllll
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lll.lMais ne sentez-vous pas, Madame, à son silence,lll.l
llllll.llA ses flots transparents de lui-même oubliés,llll.llll
lll.lll.lllA sa calme étendue où rien ne se balance,lll.llllllll
lllll.lLe bonheur qu'il éprouve à se taire à vos pieds,ll.llll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllÀ réfléchir en paix de bien-aimé rivage,lllllllllllllll
llllllllllllA le peindre plus pur en ne s'y mêlant pas,llll.llllll
lllllllllllllA ne rien perdre en soi de la divine imagelll.llllllll
lllllllllllDe Celle dont sans bruit il recueille les pas ?llllllllll
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# Posté le samedi 18 octobre 2008 17:46

Modifié le dimanche 01 février 2009 11:12

A un vieil arbre de Léon-Pamphile LE MAY (1837-1918)

A un vieil arbre de Léon-Pamphile LE MAY (1837-1918)
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llllllllllllllTu réveilles en moi des souvenirs confus.lllllllllllllllllll
llllflJe t'ai vu, n'est-ce pas ? moins triste et moins modeste.lltltl
llllllllllllllllllTa tête sous l'orage avait un noble geste,lllllllllllllll
lllllllnllllEt l'amour se cachait dans tes rameaux touffus.llllllllllll
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================llllllllllllllD'autres, autour de toi, comme de riches fûts,llllllllllll
================lllltltlPoussaient leurs troncs noueux vers la voûte céleste.llllllt
================lllllllltnIls sont tombés, et rien de leur beauté ne reste ;llllllllnl
================llllllltltlEt toi-même, aujourd'hui, sait-on ce que tu fus ?llllllltlll
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================================lllllllllltllO viel arbre tremblant dans ton écorce grise !llltlllllllll
================================lllllllltlllllllSens-tu couler encore une sève qui grise ?llllllltlllllll
================================llllllltlllLes oiseaux chantent-ils sur tes rameaux gercés ?llltllllll
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=====llllltlllllMoi, je suis un vieil arbre oublié dans la plaine,llllllltllll
=====lltllEt, pour tromper l'ennui dont ma pauvre âme est pleine,llttl
=====lllllllllltllllJ'aime à me souvenir des nids que j'ai bercés.llllllllltl
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# Posté le dimanche 21 septembre 2008 15:23

Modifié le lundi 02 février 2009 16:03

Attendre le jour... de Bérège

Attendre le jour... de Bérège
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ll........................À la lisière de l'aube........................ll
ll........"...le silence s'ouvre aux oiseaux.....l.......ll
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ll.......................''....Rêves lacérés...............l..............ll
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ll.......Les yeux portent le poids de l'ombre.......ll
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ll....................-.......Attendre le jour.............................ll
ll.................-.......devient une prière.l.......................ll
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# Posté le mercredi 25 juin 2008 13:58

Modifié le mercredi 25 juin 2008 14:53