Voir Naples et\u2026 \u2014 Fort bien, merci, j\u2019en viens. \u2014 Patrie
\nD\u2019Anglais en vrai, mal peints sur fond bleu-perruquier !
\nDans l\u2019indigo l\u2019artiste en tous genres oublie.
\nCe Ne-m\u2019oubliez-pas d\u2019outremer : le douanier.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00d4 Corinne !\u2026 ils sont l\u00e0 d\u00e9clamant sur ma malle\u2026
\nLasciate speranza, mes cigares dedans !
\n\u2014 \u00d4 Mignon !\u2026 ils ont tout \u00e9clos mon linge sale
\nPour le passer au bleu de l\u2019\u00e9ternel printemps !<\/p>\n
Ils demandent la main\u2026 et moi je la leur serre !
\nLe portrait de ma Belle, avec morbidezza
\nPasse de mains en mains : l\u2019inspecteur sanitaire
\nL\u2019ausculte, et me sourit\u2026 trouvant que c\u2019est bien \u00e7a !<\/p>\n
Je venais pour chanter leur illustre guenille,
\nEt leur chantage a fait de moi-m\u00eame un haillon !
\nEffeuillant mes faux-cols, l\u2019un d\u2019eux m\u2019offre sa fille\u2026
\nEffeuillant le faux-col de mon illusion !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Naples ! panier perc\u00e9 des Seigneurs Lazzarones
\n\ufeffRiches d\u2019un doux ventre au soleil !
\nPolichinelles-Dieux, Rois pouilleux sur leurs tr\u00f4nes,
\nClyso-pompant l\u2019azur qui b\u00e2ille leur sommeil !\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00d4 Grands en rang d\u2019oignons ! Plantes de pieds en lignes !
\nVous dont la parure est un sac, un aviron !
\nFils r\u00e9chauff\u00e9s du vieux Ph\u0153bus ! Et toujours dignes
\nDes chansons de Musset, du m\u00e9pris de Byron !\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ch\u0153urs de Mazanielli, Torses de mandolines !
\nVous dont le m\u00e9tier est d\u2019\u00eatre toujours dor\u00e9s
\nDe rayons et d\u2019amour\u2026 et d\u2019ouvrir les narines,
\nPo\u00e8tes de plein air ! \u00d4 fr\u00e8res ador\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Dolce Farniente !\u2026 \u2014 Non ! c\u2019est mon sac !\u2026 il nage
\nParmi ces asticots, comme un chien crev\u00e9 ;
\nEt ma malle est hant\u00e9e aussi\u2026 comme un fromage !
\nInerte, \u00f4 Galil\u00e9e ! et\u2026 \u00e8 pur si muove\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ne ruolze plus \u00e7a, toi, grand Astre stupide !
\nTas de p\u00e2les voyous grouillant \u00e0 se nourrir ;
\nCe n\u2019est plus le l\u00e9zard, c\u2019est la sangsue \u00e0 vide\u2026
\n\u2014 Dernier lazzarone \u00e0 moi le bon Dormir !<\/p>\n
(Napoli \u2014 Dogana del porto.)<\/em><\/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":[199],"poems-book":[894],"poemes-theme":[950],"poete":[792],"class_list":["post-16829","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-199","poems-book-les-amours-jaunes","poemes-theme-lieu","poete-tristan-corbiere"],"yoast_head":"\n