Regardez les branches,
\nComme elles sont blanches ;
\nIl neige des fleurs !
\nRiant dans la pluie,
\nLe soleil essuie
\nLes saules en pleurs,
\nEt le ciel refl\u00e8te
\nDans la violette,
\nSes pures couleurs.<\/p>\n
La nature en joie
\nSe pare et d\u00e9ploie
\nSon manteau vermeil.
\nLe paon qui se joue,
\nFait tourner en roue,
\nSa queue au soleil.
\nTout court, tout s\u2019agite,
\nPas un li\u00e8vre au g\u00eete ;
\nL\u2019ours sort du sommeil.<\/p>\n
La mouche ouvre l\u2019aile,
\nEt la demoiselle
\nAux prunelles d\u2019or,
\nAu corset de gu\u00eape,
\nD\u00e9pliant son cr\u00eape,
\nA repris l\u2019essor.
\nL\u2019eau ga\u00eement babille,
\nLe goujon fr\u00e9tille,
\nUn printemps encor !<\/p>\n
Tout se cherche et s\u2019aime ;
\nLe crapaud lui-m\u00eame,
\nLes aspics m\u00e9chants ;
\nToute cr\u00e9ature,
\nSelon sa nature :
\nLa feuille a des chants ;
\nLes herbes r\u00e9sonnent,
\nLes buissons bourdonnent ;
\nC\u2019est concert aux champs.<\/p>\n
Moi seul je suis triste ;
\nQui sait si j\u2019existe,
\nDans mon palais noir ?
\nSous la chemin\u00e9e,
\nMa vie encha\u00een\u00e9e,
\nCoule sans espoir.
\nJe ne puis, malade,
\nChanter ma ballade
\nAux h\u00f4tes du soir.<\/p>\n
Si la brise ti\u00e8de
\nAu vent froid succ\u00e8de ;
\nSi le ciel est clair,
\nMoi, ma chemin\u00e9e
\nN\u2019est illumin\u00e9e
\nQue d\u2019un p\u00e2le \u00e9clair ;
\nLe cercle fol\u00e2tre
\nAbandonne l\u2019\u00e2tre :
\nPour moi c\u2019est l\u2019hiver.<\/p>\n
Sur la cendre grise,
\nLa pincette brise
\nUn charbon sans feu.
\nAdieu les paillettes,
\nLes blondes aigrettes ;
\nPour six mois adieu
\nLa ma\u00eetresse b\u00fbche,
\nO\u00f9 sous la peluche,
\nSifflait le gaz bleu.<\/p>\n
Dans ma niche creuse,
\nMa patte boiteuse
\nMe tient en prison.
\nQuand l\u2019insecte r\u00f4de,
\nComme une \u00e9meraude,
\nSous le vert gazon,
\nMoi seul je m\u2019ennuie ;
\nUn mur, noir de suie,
\nEst mon horizon.<\/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-13980","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-644","poems-book-la-comedie-de-la-mort","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n