Un brouillard \u00e9pais noie
\nL\u2019horizon o\u00f9 tournoie
\nUn nuage blafard,
\nEt le soleil s\u2019efface,
\nP\u00e2le comme la face
\nD\u2019une vieille sans fard ;<\/p>\n
La haute chemin\u00e9e,
\nSombre et chaperonn\u00e9e
\nD\u2019un tourbillon fumeux,
\nComme un m\u00e2t de navire,
\nDe sa pointe d\u00e9chire
\nLe bord du ciel brumeux ;<\/p>\n
Sur un ton monotone
\nLa bise hurle et tonne
\nDans le corridor noir :
\nC\u2019est l\u2019hiver, c\u2019est d\u00e9cembre,
\nIl faut garder la chambre
\nDu matin jusqu\u2019au soir.<\/p>\n
Les fleurs de la gel\u00e9e
\nSur la vitre \u00e9toil\u00e9e
\nCourent en rameaux blancs,
\nEt mon chat qui grelotte
\nSe ramasse en pelote
\nPr\u00e8s des tisons croulants.<\/p>\n
Moi, tout transi, je souffle,
\n\u00c0 griller ma pantoufle,
\n\u00c0 rougir mes chenets,
\nMon feu qui se d\u00e9ploie
\nEt sur la plaque ondoie
\nEn bleu\u00e2tres filets.<\/p>\n
Adieu les promenades
\nSous les fra\u00eeches arcades
\nDes verdoyants tilleuls,
\nA travers les prairies,
\nLes bruy\u00e8res fleuries
\nEt les p\u00e2les gla\u00efeuls ;<\/p>\n
Parmi les plaines blondes
\nO\u00f9 le vent roule en ondes
\nLe seigle d\u00e9j\u00e0 m\u00fbr,
\nPar les hautes futaies
\nAu long des jeunes haies
\nEt des ruisseaux d\u2019azur !<\/p>\n
Adieu les \u00e9glantines
\nEt, moissons enfantines,
\nLes bleuets dans les bl\u00e9s,
\nLes vertes sauterelles
\nEt les pissenlits fr\u00eales
\nSans cesse \u00e9chevel\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Adieu dans l\u2019herbe haute
\nLa grenouille qui saute,
\nEt sous le frais buisson
\nLe l\u00e9zard qui regarde
\nLa cigale criarde
\nQui sonne sa chanson !<\/p>\n
Adieu les demoiselles
\nAux diaphanes ailes,
\nAux minces corsets d\u2019or,
\nLe papillon qui brille
\nEt que la jeune fille
\nPoursuit comme un tr\u00e9sor ;<\/p>\n
Le soir dans la nacelle
\nQui penche et qui chancelle
\nAu moindre souffle d\u2019air,
\nLes courses d\u2019une lieue
\nSur l\u2019immensit\u00e9 bleue
\nDu lac profond et clair ;<\/p>\n
Et puis les danses molles
\nEt les caresses folles
\nSur les pr\u00e9s de velours,
\nLorsque la blanche lune
\nAu sein de la nuit brune
\nJette ses demi-jours !<\/p>\n
De longtemps l\u2019hirondelle
\nNe viendra, de son aile
\nEffleurant mes carreaux,
\nBattre la capucine
\nDont la pourpre dessine
\nUn cadre \u00e0 mes barreaux.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pour horizon, la rue
\nO\u00f9 la foule se rue
\nAvec ses mille cris ;
\nPour soleil, des lanternes
\nQui de leurs reflets ternes
\nBaignent les pav\u00e9s gris ;<\/p>\n
Pour musique, la bise
\nQui se plaint et se brise
\nDans les arbres mouill\u00e9s,
\nLes rauques girouettes
\nQui font des pirouettes
\nSur leurs axes rouill\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Comment sortir ? les roues
\nS\u2019enfoncent dans les boues
\nPresque jusqu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019essieu.
\nDu brouillard, de la pluie !
\nL\u2019\u00e2me souffre et s\u2019ennuie :
\nQuoi donc faire, mon Dieu ?<\/p>\n
Nous aimer, ma charmante !
\nJette l\u00e0 cette mante
\nQui me cache ton cou,
\nTa belle \u00e9paule blanche,
\nTon corsage, ta hanche,
\nTon sein dont je suis fou.<\/p>\n
Sur mes genoux prends place,
\nLivre tes mains de glace
\n\u00c0 mes baisers de feu,
\nEt laisse voir ta jambe
\n\u00c0 la braise qui flambe,
\nQui flambe rouge et bleu.<\/p>\n
Vois donc le gaz qui danse
\nEt s\u2019agite en cadence,
\nAux fantasques chansons
\nQue fredonne la s\u00e8ve
\nDans la b\u00fbche qui cr\u00e8ve
\nEt retombe en tisons.<\/p>\n
Mon bijou, mon idole,
\nComme le temps s\u2019envole
\nLorsque l\u2019on est ainsi !
\nLa voix haute et profonde
\nQu\u2019au loin jette le monde
\nNe parvient pas ici.<\/p>\n
Nos deux \u00e2mes jumelles,
\nEnsemble ouvrant les ailes,
\nPlanent dans l\u2019infini,
\nComme deux alouettes
\nOu comme deux fauvettes
\nOublieuses du nid.<\/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":[533],"poems-book":[620],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-14058","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-533","poems-book-premieres-poesies-gautier","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n