Souffle, bise ! tombe \u00e0 flots, pluie !
\nDans mon palais, tout noir de suie,
\nJe ris de la pluie et du vent ;
\nEn attendant que l\u2019hiver fuie,
\nJe reste au coin du feu, r\u00eavant.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est moi qui suis l\u2019esprit de l\u2019\u00e2tre !
\nLe gaz, de sa langue bleu\u00e2tre,
\nL\u00e8che plus doucement le bois ;
\nLa fum\u00e9e, en filet d\u2019alb\u00e2tre,
\nMonte et se contourne \u00e0 ma voix.<\/p>\n
La bouilloire rit et babille ;
\nLa flamme aux pieds d\u2019argent sautille
\nEn accompagnant ma chanson ;
\nLa b\u00fbche de duvet s\u2019habille ;
\nLa s\u00e8ve bout dans le tison.<\/p>\n
Le soufflet au r\u00e2le asthmatique,
\nMe fait entendre sa musique ;
\nLe tourne-broche aux dents d\u2019acier
\nM\u00eale au concerto domestique
\nLe tic-tac de son balancier.<\/p>\n
Les \u00e9tincelles r\u00e9jouies,
\nEn \u00e9toiles \u00e9panouies,
\nVont et viennent, croisant dans l\u2019air,
\nLes salamandres \u00e9blouies,
\nAu ricanement gr\u00eale et clair.<\/p>\n
Du fond de ma cellule noire,
\nQuand Berthe vous conte une histoire,
\nLe Chaperon ou l\u2019Oiseau bleu,
\nC\u2019est moi qui soutiens sa m\u00e9moire,
\nC\u2019est moi qui fais taire le feu.<\/p>\n
J\u2019\u00e9touffe le bruit monotone
\nDu rouet qui grince et bourdonne ;
\nJ\u2019impose silence au matou ;
\nLes heures s\u2019en vont, et personne
\nN\u2019entend le timbre du coucou.<\/p>\n
Pendant la nuit et la journ\u00e9e,
\nJe chante sous la chemin\u00e9e ;
\nDans mon langage de grillon,
\nJ\u2019ai, des rebuts de son a\u00een\u00e9e,
\nSouvent consol\u00e9 Cendrillon.<\/p>\n
Le renard glapit dans le pi\u00e9ge ;
\nLe loup, hurlant de faim, assi\u00e9ge
\nLa ferme au milieu des grands bois ;
\nD\u00e9cembre met, avec sa neige,
\nDes chemises blanches aux toits.<\/p>\n
Allons, fagot, p\u00e9tille et flambe ;
\nCourage, farfadet ingambe,
\nSaute, bondis plus haut encor ;
\nSalamandre, montre ta jambe,
\nL\u00e8ve, en dansant, ton jupon d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Quel plaisir ! prolonger sa veille,
\nRegarder la flamme vermeille
\nPrenant \u00e0 deux bras le tison ;
\n\u00c0 tous les bruits pr\u00eater l\u2019oreille ;
\nEntendre vivre la maison !<\/p>\n
Tapi dans sa niche bien chaude,
\nSentir l\u2019hiver qui pleure et r\u00f4de,
\nTout bl\u00eame et le nez violet,
\nT\u00e2chant de s\u2019introduire en fraude
\nPar quelque fente du volet.<\/p>\n
Souffle, bise ! tombe \u00e0 flots, pluie !
\nDans mon palais, tout noir de suie,
\nJe ris de la pluie et du vent ;
\nEn attendant que l\u2019hiver fuie
\nJe reste au coin du feu, r\u00eavant.<\/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":[644],"poems-book":[617],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-13979","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-644","poems-book-la-comedie-de-la-mort","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n