La chair est triste, h\u00e9las ! et j\u2019ai lu tous les livres.
\nFuir ! l\u00e0-bas fuir ! Je sens que des oiseaux sont ivres
\nD\u2019\u00eatre parmi l\u2019\u00e9cume inconnue et les cieux !
\nRien, ni les vieux jardins refl\u00e9t\u00e9s par les yeux
\nNe retiendra ce c\u0153ur qui dans la mer se trempe
\n\u00d4 nuits ! ni la clart\u00e9 d\u00e9serte de ma lampe
\nSur le vide papier que la blancheur d\u00e9fend
\nEt ni la jeune femme allaitant son enfant.
\nJe partirai ! Steamer balan\u00e7ant ta m\u00e2ture,
\nL\u00e8ve l\u2019ancre pour une exotique nature !
\nUn Ennui, d\u00e9sol\u00e9 par les cruels espoirs,
\nCroit encore \u00e0 l\u2019adieu supr\u00eame des mouchoirs !
\nEt, peut-\u00eatre, les m\u00e2ts, invitant les orages
\nSont-ils de ceux qu\u2019un vent penche sur les naufrages
\nPerdus, sans m\u00e2ts, sans m\u00e2ts, ni fertiles \u00eelots\u2026
\nMais, \u00f4 mon c\u0153ur, entends le chant des matelots !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[482],"poems-book":[484],"poemes-theme":[379,238,332],"poete":[485],"class_list":["post-10809","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-482","poems-book-poesies-mallarme","poemes-theme-mer","poemes-theme-tristesse","poemes-theme-voyage","poete-stephane-mallarme"],"yoast_head":"\n