Mélancolique mer que je ne connais pas... de Jean MORÉAS (1856-1910) (Recueil : Les Stances)

Mélancolique mer que je ne connais pas... de Jean MORÉAS (1856-1910) (Recueil : Les Stances)




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lllllllllllllllll'lllllMélancolique mer que je ne connais pas,llllllllllllllll'llllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllTu vas m'envelopper dans ta brume légèrelllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllll'llllllllSur ton sable mouillé je marquerai mes pas,llllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllEt j'oublierai soudain et la ville et la terre.llllllllllllllllllllll
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lllllllllllÔ mer, ô tristes flots, saurez-vous, dans vos bruitsllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllQui viendront expirer sur les sables sauvages,lllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllBercer jusqu'à la mort mon coeur, et ses ennuislllll'lllllllll
llllllllQui ne se plaisent plus qu'aux beautés des naufrages ?lllllll
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# Posté le mercredi 12 décembre 2007 15:11

Modifié le jeudi 13 décembre 2007 10:51

Mes poèmes ! de Victor HUGO (1802-1885) (Recueil : Océan vers)

Mes poèmes ! de Victor HUGO (1802-1885) (Recueil : Océan vers)
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Mes poèmes ! soyez des fleuves !
Allez en vous élargissant !
Désaltérez dans les épreuves
Les coeurs saignants, les âmes veuves,
Celui qui monte ou qui descend.

Que l'aigle plonge, loin des fanges,
Son bec de lumière en vos eaux !
Et dans vos murmures étranges
Mêlez l'hymne de tous les anges
Aux chansons de tous les oiseaux
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# Posté le samedi 01 décembre 2007 16:40

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 13:58

Regarde au fond de nous : nous sommes l'Emeraude de Charles VAN LERBERGHE (1861-1907) (Recueil : La chanson d'Eve)

Regarde au fond de nous : nous sommes l'Emeraude de Charles VAN LERBERGHE (1861-1907) (Recueil : La chanson d'Eve)
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guillRegarde au fond de nous : nous sommes l'Emeraude0reg
guilllllllEternelle, et feuillue, et qui semble une mer,llllllreg
guillllOù rôdent des parfums à travers la nuit chaude,llllreg
guilllllllOù circule le flot des grands anges de l'air.lllllllllreg
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guillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllreg
guillllllNous sommes la forêt énorme et murmurante,lllllreg
guilllllllPleine d'ombre éblouie et de sombre splendeur,lllllreg
gulQui respire et qui vit, où mille oiseaux d'or chantent,eg
guilllllllllEt dont la cime éclate en écumes de fleurs.llllllllreg
guillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllreg
guillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllreg
guillllDepuis le premier souffle et l'aurore première,llllreg
guilllllllD'un effort inlassable et d'un désir sans fin,llllllreg
guilllllEnsemble, nous montons des antres de la terre,lllllreg
guillllVers ce but merveilleux que toi seule as atteint.llllreg
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guillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllreg
guilllllEnsemble, nous sa voix, nous son âme profonde,llllreg
guillllllDans ce feuillage immense, à jamais reverdi,llllllreg
guillllllllNous avons abrité tous les rêves du monde,lllllllreg
guilllllllEt c'est dans le soleil que nous avons grandi.llllllreg
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# Posté le samedi 10 novembre 2007 11:33

Modifié le dimanche 11 novembre 2007 11:47

Musique de Albert SAMAIN (1858-1900) (Recueil : Au jardin de l'infante)

Musique de Albert SAMAIN (1858-1900) (Recueil : Au jardin de l'infante)
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lllllllllllll.lll.llPuisqu'il n'est point de mots qui puissent contenir,llllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllll.lllCe soir, mon âme triste en vouloir de se taire,llllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllQu'un archet pur s'élève et chante, solitaire,lll.llllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllPour mon rêve jaloux de ne se définir.lllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
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llllllllllllllllllllllllll..lO coupe de cristal pleine de souvenir ;lllll.lllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllllMusique, c'est ton eau seule qui désaltère ;llllllllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllll.llEt l'âme va d'instinct se fondre en ton mystère,lll.llllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllll.lllComme la lèvre vient à la lèvre s'unir.lll.lllllllllllllllllllllllll
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lllllllllllllllllllllll.llSanglot d'or !... Oh ! voici le divin sortilège !ll.lllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllllllllllllllUn vent d'aile a couru sur la chair qui s'allège ;llllllllllllllllllllll
lllllllllllll.lDes mains d'anges sur nous promènent leur douceur.lll.lllllllllllll
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llllllllllllllllllllll.lllHarmonie, et c'est toi, la Vierge secourable,lllllllllllllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllQui, comme un pauvre enfant, berces contre ton coeurlllllllllllllll
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllNotre coeur infini, notre coeur misérable.lllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
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# Posté le jeudi 16 août 2007 15:20

Modifié le lundi 29 octobre 2007 02:11

Si seule de Cécile VENEAU

Si seule de Cécile VENEAU
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l...'...Mon soleil pleure quand je suis seule...,',,,,l
l.....'|Cette boule de feu qui me tient chaud-.'....l
l.....'...'Quand je me sens tout près de toi,'........l
l......'.Cette boule de feu se noie dans l'eau.'.....l
l.........'.Des lourds torrents de mon émoi.'..'......l
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l.........'.Sans cette lumière je ne suis rien..........l
l..........Qu'un cimetière toujours trop plein.........l
l........Trop plein d'angoisses et de tristesse.......l
l...........Qui ne jamais, jamais ne cessent.'........l
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l...'...Ce monde obscur aux bordures denses.'....l
l......'...Torture mon c½ur et ma confiance...'......l
l........Il me murmure tes longues absences.......l
l........'.....Au goût impur de persistance.'...........l
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# Posté le jeudi 16 août 2007 15:18

Modifié le lundi 29 octobre 2007 02:21