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<p style="text-align: center;"> <img id="media-5495445" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://litteraturedepartout.hautetfort.com/media/01/00/2886172259.jpeg" alt="445580825.jpeg" /></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville; color: blue;">Amherst (Emily Dickinson)</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Je n’ai pas vu l’océan, mais l’arbre du XIX<sup>e</sup> siècle.</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">L’écorce n’a pas cessé de vivre</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Elle ouvrait sa fenêtre</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Pour nourrir les petits garçons</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Si seule</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Qu’elle est encore là</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Dans ses pattes jointes</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Un petit écureuil gris d’Amérique</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Grignote à son tour</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Une parcelle de ce monde</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">La terre sous les arbres sent si fort</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">On devient sage rien qu’en respirant</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Quelque part le cimetière quelque part la maison</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">De quelques pas</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">L’angoisse qui se penche</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">L’humour la fait droite</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Sombre jusqu’aux épaules étroites</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">La seule photo est minuscule</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Enfermée en transparence</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Elle est devenue le plus petit clou de la demeure</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Mais il brille</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Enfin un voyage</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Où je n’ai pas bougé !</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Je traverse ses pièces</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Heureuse de ne rien chercher</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Ses outils pour le pain sont tout noirs</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">De temps en temps s’être éclairci la voix</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Sur le papier sans dimension</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Neige ou ricochets</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Ses messages sont les messagers</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Qui tombèrent des manches</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Je sais ouvrir un livre</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Je m’assois</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Adossée à rien</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Entre deux miettes</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;">Un moineau</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville;"> </span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville; color: blue;">Ariane Dreyfus, <em>Le dernier livre des enfants</em>,</span></p><p style="padding-left: 270px;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: Baskerville; color: blue;">Flammarion, 2016, p. 68-69.</span></p>