POEMES et POETES

L'invitation au voyage ... 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Mon Mon enfant, ma soeur
Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
Aimer à loisir
Aimer et mourir

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Au pays qui te ressemble !
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Des meubles luisants
Polis par les ans
Décoreraient notre chambre
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Les riches plafonds
Les miroirs profonds
La splendeur orientale,

Tout y parlerait
A l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l'humeur est vagabonde 
C'est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde
Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entière.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                D'hyacinthe et d'or
Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumière.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté
Luxe, calme et volupté.

Charles Baudelaire : (1821-1867) -Recueil "Les Fleurs Du Mal"