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Notre-Dame de Paris

Rosaces de flammes,
Tourailles de braise, et les âmes-
Entends-tu les âmes chanter?

Flèche d'orfèvre, rêve d'artiste,
Coeur du maçon, gémissement triste,
C'est la France qui chante - c'est la France qui prie.
C'est le soupir d'Hugo, c'est la larme des rois,
C'est la tour du bossu, les arches du toit
Qui explosent en miettes, en divins artifices.
C'est la flamme du plaisir, l'extase de Babel,
La tempête oubliée, le voleur dans la nuit.
Elle,
C'est la France vivante, aimante, qui survit.
Notre-Dame des sages, Notre-Dame du temps,
Notre-Dame des enfants qui courent parmi l'encens.
Entends-tu le choeur à coeur? C'est la France qui chante.

-Estelle Wallis, April 2019

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