LE CHAGRIN

                                      LE CHAGRIN                                                                                                                      

                                         Ma   peine est immense                                                                                                   

                                         Je ne peux la cacher.                                                                                                       

                                         Elle brûle tous mes sens                                                                                                  

                                         Ne peux m'en extirper .                                                                                                    

                                         Et ce poids qui m'oppresse                                                                                              

                                         Est si lourd  en mon coeur.                                                                                               

                                          Comme dans une forteresse                                                                                           

                                         Est cachée ma douleur                                                                                                     

                                          Durant bien des années                                                                                                   

                                          J'ai voulu l'en  sortir                                                                                                          

                                          Le coeur cadenassé                                                                                                         

                                         Je n'ai pu qu'en souffrir.                                                                                                     

                                          Mon chagrin est gravé                                                                                                      

                                         Au fond de ma mémoire,                                                                                                   

                                         Sans pouvoir effacer                                                                                                          

                                         Ma peine, mes idées noires!....                                                                                          

                         Mocotte                                                                                                                                              

                                                                                    écrit en 1954                                                                            

                   .