MARINE

MARINE

                                                                       L’Océan sonore

                                                                       Palpite sous l’œil

                                                                       De la lune en deuil

                                                                       Et palpite encore,

                                                                       Tandis qu’un éclair

                                                                        Brutal et sinistre

                                                                        Fend le ciel de bistre

                                                                        D’un long zigzag clair,

                                                                        Et que chaque lame,

                                                                        En bonds convulsifs,

                                                                        Le long des récifs

                                                                        Va, vient, luit et clame,

                                                                        Et qu’au firmament,

                                                                        Où l’ouragan erre,

                                                                        Rugit le tonnerre

                                                                        Formidablement.

                                                                                                                                     Paul Verlaine