POEMES et POETES

                                                                                                                                                         La La comtesse Anna-Élisabeth de Noailles, née princesse Bibesco Bassaraba de Brancovan, est une poétesse et romancière française, d'origine roumaine, née à Paris le 15 novembre 1876 et morte à Paris le 30 avril 1933.   

                                                                                                                                                                                       Tout luit, tout bleuit, tout bruit,

                                                                                                                                                                                  Le jour est brûlant comme un fruit

                                                                                                                                                                                 Que le soleil fendille et cuit.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Chaque petite feuille est chaude

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Et miroite dans l'air où rôde

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Comme un parfum de reine-claude.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Du soleil comme de l'eau pleut

                                                                                                                                                                   Qui grésille et oscille un peu.

                                                                                                                                                                                     Un infini plaisir de vivre

                                                                                                                                                                                              S'élance de la forêt ivre,

                                                                                                                                                                                              Des blés roses comme du cuivre.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 (Auteure :  Anna de Noailles)