Tout \u00e9tait comme dans une image enfantine.
\nLa lune avait un chapeau claque dont les huit reflets se r\u00e9percutaient \u00e0 la
\nsurface des \u00e9tangs,
\nUn revenant dans un linceul de la meilleure coupe
\nFumait un cigare \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre de son logis,
\nAu dernier \u00e9tage d\u2019un donjon
\nO\u00f9 la tr\u00e8s savante corneille disait la bonne aventure aux chats.
\nIl y avait l\u2019enfant en chemise perdue dans des sentiers de neige
\nPour avoir cherch\u00e9 dans ses souliers l\u2019\u00e9ventail de soie et les chaussures \u00e0
\nhauts talons.
\nIl y avait l\u2019incendie sur lequel, immenses,
\nSe d\u00e9tachaient les ombres des pompiers,
\nMais, surtout, il y avait le voleur courant, un grand sac sur le dos,
\nSur la route blanchie par la lune,
\nEscort\u00e9 par les abois des chiens dans les villages endormis
\nEt le caquet des poules \u00e9veill\u00e9es en sursaut.
\nJe ne suis pas riche, dit le fant\u00f4me en secouant la cendre de son cigare, je ne
\nsuis pas riche
\nMais je parie cent francs
\nQu\u2019il ira loin s\u2019il continue.
\nVanit\u00e9 tout n\u2019est que vanit\u00e9, r\u00e9pondit la corneille.
\nEt ta soeur? demand\u00e8rent les chats.
\nMa soeur a de beaux bijoux et de belles araign\u00e9es
\nDans son ch\u00e2teau de nuit. Une foule innombrable de serviteurs
\nViennent chaque soir la porter dans son lit.
\nAu r\u00e9veil, elle a du nanan, du chiendent, et une petite trompette
\nPour souffler dedans
\nLa lune posa son chapeau haut de forme sur la terre.
\nEt cela fit une nuit \u00e9paisse
\nO\u00f9 le revenant fondit comme un morceau de sucre dans du caf\u00e9.
\nLe voleur chercha longtemps son chemin perdu
\nEt finit par s\u2019endormir
\nEt il ne resta plus au-del\u00e0 de la terre
\nQu\u2019un ciel bleu fum\u00e9e o\u00f9 la lune s\u2019\u00e9pongeait le front
\nEt l\u2019enfant perdue qui marchait dans les \u00e9toiles.
\nVoici ton bel \u00e9ventail
\nEt tes souliers de bal,
\nLe corset de ta grand-m\u00e8re
\nEt du rouge pour tes l\u00e8vres
\nTu peux danser parmi les \u00e9toiles
\nTu peux danser devant les belles dames
\n\u00c0 travers les massifs de roses c\u00e9lestes
\nDont l\u2019une tombe chaque nuit
\nPour r\u00e9compenser le dormeur qui a fait le plus beau r\u00eave.
\nChausse tes souliers et lace ton corset
\nMets une de ces roses \u00e0 ton corsage
\nEt du rose \u00e0 tes l\u00e8vres
\nEt maintenant balance ton \u00e9ventail
\nPour qu\u2019il y ait encore sur la terre
\nDes nuits apr\u00e8s les jours
\nDes jours apr\u00e8s les nuits.<\/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":[674],"poems-book":[665],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[655],"class_list":["post-14521","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-674","poems-book-fortunes","poete-robert-desnos"],"yoast_head":"\n