Quand les jours sont pareils sur un m\u00eame horizon,
\nEt que le paysage \u00e9tend sa m\u00eame fresque,
\nJe songe \u00e0 vous, voyage ! adieux \u00e0 la maison,
\nEspoir de nouveaux ciels, de cinqui\u00e8me saison,
\nProjets dansants ainsi qu\u2019une longue arabesque\u2026
\n\u2014 Ah ! que vous me plaisiez, suave d\u00e9raison,
\nChapeaux de Walter Scott, plumage romanesque,
\nLes livres de Musset pris au dernier moment,
\nLes manteaux \u00e0 carreaux, l\u2019odeur de la valise.
\nL\u2019ombrelle et l\u2019\u00e9ventail, et l\u2019emmitouflement,
\nComme si le climat qui transit ou qui grise
\nCommen\u00e7ait dans les trains ! Puis ce pressentiment
\nVague, pr\u00e9somptueux, clandestin, cr\u00e9ateur,
\nDe trouver un loyal et rassurant bonheur
\nAu rendez-vous donn\u00e9 par la ville \u00e9trang\u00e8re\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lorsque tu t\u2019en allais pour quitter ton ennui,
\nCh\u00e8re \u00e2me, \u00e0 cette \u00e9poque heureuse et mensong\u00e8re
\nDe la jeunesse, \u00e0 qui nulle douleur ne nuit
\nTant l\u2019espoir est entier ! Quand tu partais, si grave
\nQue l\u2019on plaignait ton sort, que tu te croyais brave,
\nAh ! tu n\u2019ignorais pas, en ton instinct puissant.
\nQue la joie est toujours conseill\u00e8re du sang
\nPour la fortuite et s\u00fbre et perp\u00e9tuelle ivresse !
\nComme un pollen port\u00e9 par le vent, ta d\u00e9tresse
\nFlottait sur tant d\u2019espace ouvert et travers\u00e9 !
\nLes cris des trains, pareils \u00e0 des bras dispers\u00e9s,
\nRessemblaient \u00e0 ton c\u0153ur ; tes r\u00eaveuses prunelles
\nContemplaient l\u2019horizon, flagell\u00e9 et chass\u00e9
\nPar le vent, qui, cherchant ton visage oppress\u00e9,
\nFaisait bondir sur toi ses fluides gazelles !
\n\u2014 Et puis on arrivait. Fiers regards imprudents
\nVers le puissant hasard, qui en tous lieux attend
\nLa douleur qui se plaint, se d\u00e9masque et se nomme :
\nDouleur, nom du d\u00e9sir et du r\u00eave des hommes !
\nCommencement d\u2019un neuf et consolant exploit.
\n\u00d4 chemins inconnus ! \u00f4 fontaines de Rome !
\nFleuve du ciel gisant dans les canaux des toits.
\nVisages r\u00e9v\u00e9l\u00e9s, destin qui se propose\u2026
\nMais j\u2019accepte \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent de plus aust\u00e8res lois ;
\nJe crains trop le plaisir auquel un c\u0153ur s\u2019expose,
\nPartir, c\u2019est esp\u00e9rer, c\u2019est exiger, je n\u2019ose
\nSouhaiter que ma vie ait cette force encor
\nDe toujours provoquer le d\u00e9sir et la mort,
\nEt d\u2019inviter sans fin la Nature infid\u00e8le
\n\u00c0 vaincre un c\u0153ur plus fier et plus vivace qu\u2019elle !\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":[174],"poems-book":[595],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[611],"class_list":["post-13257","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-174","poems-book-les-forces-eternelles","poete-anna-de-noailles"],"yoast_head":"\n