On voit dans le mus\u00e9e antique,
\nSur un lit de marbre sculpt\u00e9,
\nUne statue \u00e9nigmatique
\nD\u2019une inqui\u00e9tante beaut\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Est-ce un jeune homme ? est-ce une femme,
\nUne d\u00e9esse, ou bien un dieu ?
\nL\u2019amour, ayant peur d\u2019\u00eatre inf\u00e2me,
\nH\u00e9site et suspend son aveu.<\/p>\n
Dans sa pose malicieuse,
\nElle s\u2019\u00e9tend, le dos tourn\u00e9
\nDevant la foule curieuse,
\nSur son coussin capitonn\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Pour faire sa beaut\u00e9 maudite,
\nChaque sexe apporta son don.
\nTout homme dit : \u00ab C\u2019est Aphrodite ! \u00bb
\nToute femme : \u00ab C\u2019est Cupidon ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Sexe douteux, gr\u00e2ce certaine,
\nOn dirait ce corps ind\u00e9cis
\nFondu, dans l\u2019eau de la fontaine,
\nSous les baisers de Salmacis.<\/p>\n
Chim\u00e8re ardente, effort supr\u00eame
\nDe l\u2019art et de la volupt\u00e9,
\nMonstre charmant, comme je t\u2019aime
\nAvec ta multiple beaut\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Bien qu\u2019on d\u00e9fende ton approche,
\nSous la draperie aux plis droits,
\nDont le bout \u00e0 ton pied s\u2019accroche,
\nMes yeux ont plong\u00e9 bien des fois.<\/p>\n
R\u00eave de po\u00e8te et d\u2019artiste,
\nTu m\u2019as bien des nuits occup\u00e9,
\nEt mon caprice qui persiste
\nNe convient pas qu\u2019il s\u2019est tromp\u00e9 ;<\/p>\n
Mais seulement il se transpose,
\nEt, passant de la forme au son,
\nTrouve dans sa m\u00e9tamorphose
\nLa jeune fille et le gar\u00e7on.<\/p>\n
Que tu me plais, \u00f4 timbre \u00e9trange !
\nSon double, homme et femme \u00e0 la fois,
\nContralto, bizarre m\u00e9lange,
\nHermaphrodite de la voix !<\/p>\n
C\u2019est Rom\u00e9o, c\u2019est Juliette,
\nChantant avec un seul gosier ;
\nLe pigeon rauque et la fauvette
\nPerch\u00e9s sur le m\u00eame rosier ;<\/p>\n
C\u2019est la ch\u00e2telaine qui raille
\nSon beau page parlant d\u2019amour ;
\nL\u2019amant au pied de la muraille,
\nLa dame au balcon de sa tour ;<\/p>\n
Le papillon, blanche \u00e9tincelle,
\nQu\u2019en ses d\u00e9tours et ses \u00e9bats
\nPoursuit un papillon fid\u00e8le,
\nL\u2019un volant haut et l\u2019autre bas ;<\/p>\n
L\u2019ange qui descend et qui monte
\nSur l\u2019escalier d\u2019or voltigeant ;
\nLa cloche m\u00ealant dans sa fonte
\nLa voix d\u2019airain, la voix d\u2019argent ;<\/p>\n
La m\u00e9lodie et l\u2019harmonie,
\nLe chant et l\u2019accompagnement ;
\n\u00c0 la gr\u00e2ce la force unie,
\nLa ma\u00eetresse embrassant l\u2019amant !<\/p>\n
Sur le pli de sa jupe assise,
\nCe soir, ce sera Cendrillon
\nCausant pr\u00e8s du feu qu\u2019elle attise
\nAvec son ami le grillon ;<\/p>\n
Demain, le valeureux Arsace
\n\u00c0 son courroux donnant l\u2019essor,
\nOu Tancr\u00e8de avec sa cuirasse,
\nSon \u00e9p\u00e9e et son casque d\u2019or ;<\/p>\n
Desdemona chantant le Saule,
\nZerline bernant Mazetto,
\nOu Malcolm le plaid sur l\u2019\u00e9paule.
\nC\u2019est toi que j\u2019aime, \u00f4 contralto !<\/p>\n
Nature charmante et bizarre
\nQue Dieu d\u2019un double attrait para,
\nToi qui pourrais, comme Gulnare,
\n\u00catre le Kaled d\u2019un Lara,<\/p>\n
Et dont la voix, dans sa caresse,
\nR\u00e9veillant le c\u0153ur endormi,
\nM\u00eale aux soupirs de la ma\u00eetresse
\nL\u2019accent plus m\u00e2le de l\u2019ami !<\/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":[647],"poems-book":[648],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-13844","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n