POEMES et POETES

Le temps des cerises

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Quand Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises,
Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur
Seront tous en fête ;
Les belles auront la folie en tête
Et les amoureux du soleil au coeur ...
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises,
sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Mais il est bien court, le temps des cerises,
Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant
Des pendants d'oreille !
Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles,
Tombant sur la feuille en gouttes de sang ! ...
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises,
Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvant !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Quand nous serons au temps des cerises,
si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour,
Evitez les belles.
Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles,
je ne vivrais poimt sans souffrir un jour ...
Quand nous en serons au temps des cerises,
vous aurez aussi vos peines d'amour.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises ;
C'est de ce temps là que je garde au coeur
Une plaie ouverte ;
Et Dame fortune, en m'étant offerte,
ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur ...
J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
Et le souvenir que je garde au coeur.

  Jean-Baptiste Clément (1836 - 1903)