{"id":1256,"date":"2013-12-25T12:52:47","date_gmt":"2013-12-25T12:52:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.wordpress.com\/?p=1256"},"modified":"2017-01-31T21:28:15","modified_gmt":"2017-01-31T21:28:15","slug":"berceuse-de-la-mere-dieu-poeme-de-marie-noel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/?p=1256","title":{"rendered":"Berceuse de la M\u00e8re-Dieu, un po\u00e8me de Marie-No\u00ebl"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_5008\" style=\"width: 251px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5008\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-5008\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/2b652f4414eba52e43f853eb9e2a7ee1.jpg?resize=241%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"241\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/2b652f4414eba52e43f853eb9e2a7ee1.jpg?resize=241%2C300 241w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/2b652f4414eba52e43f853eb9e2a7ee1.jpg?resize=260%2C323 260w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/2b652f4414eba52e43f853eb9e2a7ee1.jpg?resize=160%2C199 160w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/laplumedeloiseaulyre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/2b652f4414eba52e43f853eb9e2a7ee1.jpg?w=515 515w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 241px) 100vw, 241px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-5008\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret (1852-1929)<\/strong> <em><strong>Madone \u00e0 la Rose<\/strong><\/em>, 1885 huile sur toile \u00a9 Metropolitan Museum of Arts, New York<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Berceuse de la M\u00e8re-Dieu<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Mon Dieu, qui dormez, faible entre mes bras,<br \/>\nMon enfant tout chaud sur mon coeur qui bat,<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;adore en mes mains et berce \u00e9tonn\u00e9e,<br \/>\nLa merveille, \u00f4 Dieu, que m&rsquo;avez donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">De fils, \u00f4 mon Dieu, je n&rsquo;en avais pas.<br \/>\nVierge que je suis, en cet humble \u00e9tat,<br \/>\nQuelle joie en fleur de moi serait n\u00e9e ?<br \/>\nMais vous, Tout-Puissant, me l&rsquo;avez donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Que rendrais-je \u00e0 vous, moi sur qui tomba<br \/>\nVotre gr\u00e2ce ? \u00f4 Dieu, je souris tout bas<br \/>\nCar j&rsquo;avais aussi, petite et born\u00e9e,<br \/>\nJ&rsquo;avais une gr\u00e2ce et vous l&rsquo;ai donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">De bouche, \u00f4 mon Dieu, vous n&rsquo;en aviez pas<br \/>\nPour parler aux gens perdus d&rsquo;ici-bas&#8230;<br \/>\nTa bouche de lait vers mon sein tourn\u00e9e,<br \/>\nO mon fils, c&rsquo;est moi qui te l&rsquo;ai donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">De main, \u00f4 mon Dieu, vous n&rsquo;en aviez pas<br \/>\nPour gu\u00e9rir du doigt leurs pauvres corps las&#8230;<br \/>\nTa main, bouton clos, rose encore g\u00ean\u00e9e,<br \/>\nO mon fils, c&rsquo;est moi qui te l&rsquo;ai donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">De chair, \u00f4 mon Dieu, vous n&rsquo;en aviez pas<br \/>\nPour rompre avec eux le pain du repas&#8230;<br \/>\nTa chair au printemps de moi fa\u00e7onn\u00e9e,<br \/>\nO mon fils, c&rsquo;est moi qui te l&rsquo;ai donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">De mort, \u00f4 mon Dieu, vous n&rsquo;en aviez pas<br \/>\nPour sauver le monde&#8230; O douleur ! l\u00e0-bas,<br \/>\nTa mort d&rsquo;homme, un soir, noir, abandonn\u00e9e,<br \/>\nMon petit, c&rsquo;est moi qui te l&rsquo;ai donn\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>Marie-No\u00ebl (1883-1967)<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Berceuse de la M\u00e8re-Dieu Mon Dieu, qui dormez, faible entre mes bras, Mon enfant tout chaud sur mon coeur qui bat, J&rsquo;adore en mes mains et berce \u00e9tonn\u00e9e, La merveille, \u00f4 Dieu, que m&rsquo;avez donn\u00e9e. 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