Lorsque la pluie, ainsi qu\u2019un immense \u00e9cheveau
\nBrouillant \u00e0 l\u2019infini ses longs fils d\u2019eau glac\u00e9e,
\nTombe d\u2019un ciel fun\u00e8bre et noir comme un caveau
\nSur Paris, la Babel hurlante et convuls\u00e9e,<\/p>\n
J\u2019abandonne mon g\u00eete, et sur les ponts de fer,
\nSur le macadam, sur les pav\u00e9s, sur l\u2019asphalte,
\nLaissant mouiller mon cr\u00e2ne o\u00f9 cr\u00e9pite un enfer,
\nJe marche \u00e0 pas fi\u00e9vreux sans jamais faire halte.<\/p>\n
La pluie infiltre en moi des r\u00eaves obs\u00e9dants
\nQui me font patauger lentement dans les boues,
\nEt je m\u2019en vais, r\u00f4deur morne, la pipe aux dents,
\nSans cesse \u00e9clabouss\u00e9 par des milliers de roues.<\/p>\n
Cette pluie est pour moi le spleen de l\u2019inconnu :
\nVoil\u00e0 pourquoi j\u2019ai soif de ces larmes fluettes
\nQui sur Paris, le monstre au sanglot continu,
\nTombent obliquement lugubres, et muettes.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9ternel coudo\u00eement des pi\u00e9tons effar\u00e9s
\nNe me r\u00e9volte plus, tant mes pensers fermentent :
\n\u00c0 peine si j\u2019entends les amis rencontr\u00e9s
\nBourdonner d\u2019un air vrai leurs paroles qui mentent.<\/p>\n
Mes yeux sont si perdus, si morts et si glac\u00e9s,
\nQue dans le va-et-vient des ombres libertines,
\nJe ne regarde pas sous les jupons trouss\u00e9s
\nLe gai sautillement des fringantes bottines.<\/p>\n
En ruminant tout haut des po\u00e8mes de fiel,
\nJ\u2019affronte sans les voir la flaque et la goutti\u00e8re ;
\nEt m\u00ealant ma tristesse \u00e0 la douleur du ciel,
\nJe marche dans Paris comme en un cimeti\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Et parmi la cohue impure des d\u00e9mons,
\nDans le grand labyrinthe, au hasard et sans guide,
\nJe m\u2019enfonce, et j\u2019aspire alors \u00e0 pleins poumons
\nL\u2019affreuse humidit\u00e9 de ce brouillard liquide.<\/p>\n
Je suis tout \u00e0 la pluie ! \u00c0 son charme assassin,
\nLes vers dans mon cerveau ruissellent comme une onde :
\nCar pour moi, le sondeur du triste et du malsain,
\nC\u2019est de la po\u00e9sie atroce qui m\u2019inonde.<\/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":[444],"poems-book":[864],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[776],"class_list":["post-16482","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-444","poems-book-les-nevroses","poete-maurice-rollinat"],"yoast_head":"\n