10/10/2011

RE-SENTIMENT

                                                                                 RE-SENTIMENT

 

 


                                                                        Long Royaume des Tourbes
                                                                        A l'horizon ventru
                                                                        Et tout veiné de brun

                                                                        Des labours enfumés
                                                                        Se hissent vers les hommes
                                                                        Des senteurs opulentes
                                                                        A la danse puissante
                                                                        Telle celle des femmes
                                                                        A la chair de moisson

                                                                        Mais tôt ou tard la Terre
                                                                        Se fendra fruit mûr
                                                                        Sous la poigne du feu
                                                                        Et des croix pousseront
                                                                        Comme des épineux

 

                                                  Jean-Noël Cuénod

 

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