Voici la saison lente, les jours l\u00e9thargiques
O\u00f9 tout se fige et sombre en une morne atonie;
Les minutes se font si\u00e8cles, comateuse agonie,
Une lancinante usure, un monde neurasth\u00e9nique.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Les vagues lourdes, huileuses, assaillent mon \u00eatre esprit,
Rongent l’exquise flamme, corrodent mes pens\u00e9es.
Un pesant voile s’\u00e9tend, m’enveloppe d’obscurit\u00e9.
Mon c\u0153ur, mon \u00e2me s’enlisent dans une bourbeuse nuit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Les \u00e9toiles s’\u00e9teignent, s’\u00e9tiolent les sourires
A mesure que s’enfonce cette vrille de t\u00e9n\u00e8bres.
Glac\u00e9, mon corps s’effondre dans le pays fun\u00e8bre
O\u00f9 le froid et l’absence viennent la vie ternir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Toute source de joie \u00e0 mes l\u00e8vres est tarie.
Les feux sont \u00e9touff\u00e9s, l’ivresse, am\u00e8re et vide.
J’erre, presque sans force, fant\u00f4me au teint livide,
Tandis que le n\u00e9ant d\u00e9vore mon \u00e9nergie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O\u00f9 demeure l’\u00e9tincelle pour ce soleil \u00e9teint?
La p\u00e9tillante oiselle du printemps retrouv\u00e9
Existe-t-elle ici ou n’est-elle que r\u00eav\u00e9e?
O\u00f9 se cache la lumi\u00e8re lorsque l’ombre m’\u00e9treint?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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