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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"><img id="media-5297500" style="margin: 0.7em 0px;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/00/00/1266242472.jpg" alt="dormeur du val.jpg" width="286" height="214" /></span></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> </span></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; background-color: #ff0000; font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span style="color: #ffffff;">Le dormeur du val</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;">C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> D'argent ; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Luit : c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.</span></span></strong></span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Dort ; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.</span></span></strong></span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme :</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Nature, berce-le chaudement : il a froid.</span></span></strong></span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine ;</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #3366ff;"> Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit</span></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-5297503" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/01/02/1006740745.jpg" alt="rimbaud.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-5297502" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/01/02/1356639530.2.jpeg" alt="ltc poésie.jpeg" /></p>