Derniers Contes

By Edgar Allan Poe

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mon ame ne peut resister;

Un sentiment de tristesse et d'angoisse
Qui n'a rien de la douleur,
Et qui ne ressemble au chagrin
Que comme le brouillard ressemble a la pluie.

Viens, lis-moi quelque poeme,
Quelque simple lai, dicte par le coeur.
Qui calmera cette emotion sans repos,
Et bannira les pensees du jour.

Non pas des grands maitres anciens,
Ni des bardes-sublimes
Dont l'echo des pas lointains retentit
A travers les corridors du temps.

Car, de meme que les accords d'une musique martiale,
Leurs puissantes pensees suggerent
Les labeurs et les fatigues sans fin de la vie;
Et ce soir j'aspire au repos.

Lis-moi dans quelque humble poete,
Dont les chants ont jailli de son coeur,
Comme les averses jaillissent des nuages de l'ete,
Ou les larmes des paupieres;

Qui a travers de longs jours de labeur
Et des nuits sans repos,
N'a cesse d'entendre en son ame la musique
De merveilleuses melodies.

De tels chants ont le pouvoir d'apaiser
La pulsation sans repos du souci,
Et descendent comme la benediction
Qui suit la priere.

Puis lis, dans le volume favori,
Le poeme de ton choix,
Et prete a la rime du poete
La beaute de ta voix.

Et la nuit se remplira de musique,
Et les soucis qui infestent le jour
Replieront leurs tentes comme les Arabes,
Et s'enfuiront aussi silencieux.

Sans beaucoup de frais d'imagination, ces vers ont ete admires a bon
droit pour leur delicatesse d'expression. Quelques-unes des images ont
beaucoup d'effet. Il ne se peut rien de meilleur que:

.... ces bardes sublimes,
Dont l'echo des pas lointains retentit
A travers les corridors du Temps.

L'idee du dernier quatrain est aussi tres saisissante. Toutefois,
le poeme dans son ensemble, est surtout admirable par

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