Oui, de ta suite, ô roi, de ta suite ! J'en suis ! Nuit et jour, en effet, pas à pas, je te suis.
— Ami, dit l'enfant grec, dit l'enfant aux yeux bleus, Je veux de la poudre et des balles.
Ô souvenirs ! printemps ! aurore !
On jugerait bien plus sûrement un homme d'après ce qu'il rêve que d'après ce qu'il pense.
Guerre à la rhétorique et paix à la syntaxe !
Les grands chars gémissants qui reviennent le soir.
L'avenir, fantôme aux mains vides, Qui promet tout et qui n'a rien !
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