Mais geai qui paon se r\u00eave aux plumes,
\nHaut, ces tours sont-ce mes juchoirs ?
\nD’\u00eeles de P\u00e2ques aux fleurs noires
\nIl me souvient en loins posthumes :<\/p>\n
Je suis un pauvre oiseau des \u00eeles.<\/p>\n
Or, d’avoir trop mont\u00e9 les hunes
\nEt d’outre-ciel m’\u00eatre v\u00eatu,
\nJ’ai pris le mal des ing\u00e9nus
\nComme une fi\u00e8vre au clair de lune,<\/p>\n
Je suis un pauvre oiseau des \u00eeles.<\/p>\n
Et moins de joies me font des signes,
\nEt plus de jours me sont des cages,
\nOr, j’ai le coeur gros de nuages ;
\nDans un pays de trop de cygnes,<\/p>\n
Je suis un pauvre oiseau des \u00eeles ;<\/p>\n
Car trop loin mes \u00eeles sont mortes,
\nEt du mal vert qu’ont les turquoises,
\nJ’ai serti mes bagues d’angoisse ;
\nMa famille n’a plus de portes :<\/p>\n
Je suis un pauvre oiseau des \u00eeles.<\/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":[259],"poems-book":[866],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[775],"class_list":["post-16588","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-259","poems-book-salutations-dont-dangeliques","poete-max-elskamp"],"yoast_head":"\n