POEMES et POETES

Vous avez un regard singulier et charmant

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               comme la lune au fond du lac qui la reflète.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Votre prunelle où brille une humide paillette,

                                                                                                                                                                                                       au coin de vos doux yeux roule languissamment.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Ils semblent avoir pris ses feux au diamant,

                                                                                                                                                                                         ils sont de plus belle eau qu’une perle parfaite

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   et vos grands cils émus de leur aile inquiète

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           ne voilent qu’à demi leur vif rayonnement.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Mille petits amours à leur miroir de flamme

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    se viennent regarder et s’y trouvent plus beaux

                                                                                                                                                                      et les désirs y vont rallumer leurs flambeaux.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Ils sont si transparents, qu’ils laissent voir votre âme

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               comme une fleur céleste au calice idéal

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           que l’on aperçoit à travers un cristal.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           (Théophile (Théophile Gauthier)