Mes colonnes sont align\u00e9es
\nAu portique du feuilleton ;
\nElles supportent, r\u00e9sign\u00e9es,
\nDu journal le pesant fronton.<\/p>\n
Jusqu\u2019\u00e0 lundi je suis mon ma\u00eetre.
\nAu diable chefs-d\u2019\u0153uvre mort-n\u00e9s !
\nPour huit jours je puis me permettre
\nDe vous fermer la porte au nez.<\/p>\n
Les ficelles des m\u00e9lodrames
\nN\u2019ont plus le droit de se glisser
\nParmi les fils soyeux des trames
\nQue mon caprice aime \u00e0 tisser.<\/p>\n
Voix de l\u2019\u00e2me et de la nature,
\nJ\u2019\u00e9couterai vos purs sanglots,
\nSans que les couplets de facture
\nM\u2019\u00e9tourdissent de leurs grelots ;<\/p>\n
Et portant, dans mon verre \u00e0 c\u00f4tes,
\nLa sant\u00e9 du temps disparu,
\nAvec mes vieux r\u00eaves pour h\u00f4tes
\nJe boirai le vin de mon cru :<\/p>\n
Le vin de ma propre pens\u00e9e,
\nVierge de toute autre liqueur,
\nEt que, par la vie \u00e9cras\u00e9e,
\nR\u00e9pand la grappe de mon c\u0153ur !<\/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-13871","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n