Maison o\u00f9 j\u2019ai pass\u00e9 tous les plus tendres mois
\nDe mon aventureuse et frissonnante vie,
\nMon r\u00eave vous b\u00e2tit dans mon \u00e2me ravie,
\nEt voici qu\u2019aujourd\u2019hui je vous habite en moi.<\/p>\n
Je revois les moments oppress\u00e9s du voyage,
\nO\u00f9, quittant la cit\u00e9 pour votre plus doux air,
\nJe demeurais la nuit, grave et les yeux ouverts,
\nToute roul\u00e9e au beau d\u00e9sir de votre image.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 porte du jardin qui grince sur ses gonds
\nEt s\u2019\u00e9carte en chassant des graviers autour d\u2019elle,
\nCependant qu\u2019appara\u00eet, plein de lys et d\u2019ombelles,
\nLe verger vert, avec son odeur d\u2019estragon.<\/p>\n
\u2014 La maison ! son vitrail l\u00e9ger comme des bulles
\nD\u2019eau transparente o\u00f9 joue un vif soleil tremblant.
\nLe dallage, altern\u00e9 de marbre noir et blanc,
\nL\u2019\u00e9cho et la senteur de bois du vestibule !<\/p>\n
Et puis la pi\u00e8ce basse o\u00f9 l\u2019on entrait d\u2019abord,
\nLa terrasse avec deux tonneaux de porcelaine,
\nLe jardin, son gazon et ses corbeilles pleines
\nD\u2019une sauge velue et bleue, qui sentait fort.<\/p>\n
Les chambres ; de na\u00effs papiers aux murs s\u2019\u00e9lancent,
\nPapiers de fleurs, d\u2019oiseaux, de personnages clairs,
\nPapiers simples et doux, qui r\u00e9p\u00e8tent leurs airs
\nComme une monotone et sensible romance.<\/p>\n
Tout le matin c\u2019\u00e9tait la f\u00eate du dieu Pan,
\nEt puis venait le soir, l\u2019heure o\u00f9 l\u2019\u00e2me s\u2019ennuie,
\nEt songe et se d\u00e9sole, et parfois \u00e0 la pluie
\nOn entendait crier et s\u2019effrayer les paons.<\/p>\n
L\u2019h\u00e9liotrope mauve aux senteurs de vanille
\nEmplissait l\u2019air penchant d\u2019\u00e9vanouissement ;
\nAu coup de vent du soir on voyait par moment
\nL\u2019eau du bassin s\u2019enfler en forme de coquille ;<\/p>\n
Et quand la nuit d\u2019argent et de fusain venait,
\nToute lisse, avec, au milieu, sa lune ronde,
\nLes arbres all\u00e9g\u00e9s, les collines et l\u2019onde
\nPrenaient un d\u00e9licat et sombre air japonais.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Rien n\u2019est chang\u00e9 l\u00e0-bas, mais j\u2019ai chang\u00e9 moi-m\u00eame.
\nCe n\u2019est plus qu\u2019en r\u00eavant que je revois encor
\nCes beaux soleils, venus de l\u2019\u00e2me et du dehors,
\nPr\u00e8s de qui, comme un flot d\u2019abeilles qui essaiment,
\nMon plaisir tournoyait avec des ailes d\u2019or\u2026<\/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":[457],"poems-book":[592],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-12745","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-lombre-des-jours","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n