les cloîtres vides                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
          cerclant transis                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
          l’excès céleste                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
      
          et l’écho sourd                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
          aux pétrés murs                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
          des grillons calmes