Quel temps de chien ! \u2014 il pleut, il neige ;
\nLes cochers, transis sur leur si\u00e8ge,
\nOnt le nez bleu.
\nPar ce vilain soir de d\u00e9cembre,
\nQu\u2019il ferait bon garder la chambre,
\nDevant son feu !<\/p>\n
\u00c0 l\u2019angle de la chemin\u00e9e
\nLa chauffeuse capitonn\u00e9e
\nVous tend les bras
\nEt semble avec une caresse
\nVous dire comme une ma\u00eetresse :
\n\u00ab Tu resteras ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Un papier rose \u00e0 d\u00e9coupures,
\nComme un sein blanc sous des guipures,
\nVoile \u00e0 demi
\nLe globe laiteux de la lampe
\nDont le reflet au plafond rampe,
\nTout endormi.<\/p>\n
On n\u2019entend rien dans le silence
\nQue le pendule qui balance
\nSon disque d\u2019or,
\nEt que le vent qui pleure et r\u00f4de,
\nParcourant, pour entrer en fraude,
\nLe corridor.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est bal \u00e0 l\u2019ambassade anglaise :
\nMon habit noir est sur la chaise,
\nLes bras ballants ;
\nMon gilet b\u00e2ille, et ma chemise
\nSemble dresser, pour \u00eatre mise,
\nSes poignets blancs ;<\/p>\n
Les brodequins \u00e0 pointe \u00e9troite
\nMontrent leur vernis qui miroite,
\nAu feu plac\u00e9s ;
\n\u00c0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 des minces cravates,
\nS\u2019allongent comme des mains plates
\nLes gants glac\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Il faut sortir ! \u2014 quelle corv\u00e9e !
\nPrendre la file \u00e0 l\u2019arriv\u00e9e
\nEt suivre au pas
\nLes coup\u00e9s des beaut\u00e9s alti\u00e8res
\nPortant blasons sur leurs porti\u00e8res
\nEt leurs appas ;<\/p>\n
Rester debout contre une porte
\n\u00c0 voir se ruer la cohorte
\nDes invit\u00e9s,
\nLes vieux museaux, les frais visages,
\nLes fracs en c\u0153ur et les corsages
\nD\u00e9collet\u00e9s,<\/p>\n
Les dos o\u00f9 fleurit la pustule,
\nCouvrant leur peau rouge d\u2019un tulle
\nA\u00e9rien,
\nLes dandys et les diplomates
\nSur leurs faces \u00e0 teintes mates
\nNe montrant rien !<\/p>\n
Et ne pouvoir franchir la haie
\nDes douairi\u00e8res aux yeux d\u2019orfraie
\nOu de vautour,
\nPour aller dire \u00e0 son oreille
\nPetite, nacr\u00e9e et vermeille,
\nUn mot d\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019irai pas ! \u2014 et ferai mettre
\nDans son bouquet un bout de lettre
\n\u00c0 l\u2019Op\u00e9ra.
\nPar les violettes de Parme
\nLa mauvaise humeur se d\u00e9sarme :
\nElle viendra !<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai l\u00e0 l\u2019Intermezzo de Heine,
\nLe Thomas Grain-d\u2019Orge de Taine,
\nLes deux Goncourt :
\nLe temps, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 s\u2019ach\u00e8ve
\nSur l\u2019oreiller l\u2019id\u00e9e en r\u00eave,
\nMe sera court.<\/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":[366],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-13881","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-647","poems-book-emaux-et-camees","poemes-theme-temps-qui-passe","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n