Ma femme est morte, je suis libre !
\nJe puis donc boire tout mon saoul.
\nLorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
\nSes pleurs me d\u00e9chiraient la fibre.<\/p>\n
Autant qu\u2019un roi je suis heureux ;
\nL\u2019air est pur, le ciel admirable.
\n\u2014 Nous avions un \u00e9t\u00e9 semblable
\nLorsque j\u2019en devins amoureux !<\/p>\n
\u2014 L\u2019horrible soif qui me d\u00e9chire
\nAurait besoin pour s\u2019assouvir
\nD\u2019autant de vin qu\u2019en peut tenir
\nSon tombeau ; \u2014 ce n\u2019est pas peu dire :<\/p>\n
Je l\u2019ai jet\u00e9e au fond d\u2019un puits,
\nEt j\u2019ai m\u00eame pouss\u00e9 sur elle
\nTous les pav\u00e9s de la margelle.
\n\u2014 Je l\u2019oublierai si je le puis !<\/p>\n
Au nom des serments de tendresse,
\nDont rien ne peut nous d\u00e9lier,
\nEt pour nous r\u00e9concilier
\nComme au beau temps de notre ivresse,<\/p>\n
J\u2019implorai d\u2019elle un rendez-vous,
\nLe soir, sur une route obscure,
\nElle y vint ! folle cr\u00e9ature !
\n\u2014 Nous sommes tous plus ou moins fous !<\/p>\n
Elle \u00e9tait encore jolie,
\nQuoique bien fatigu\u00e9e ! et moi,
\nJe l\u2019aimais trop ; \u2014 voil\u00e0 pourquoi
\nJe lui dis : sors de cette vie !<\/p>\n
Nul ne peut me comprendre. Un seul
\nParmi ces ivrognes stupides
\nSongea-t-il dans ses nuits turpides
\n\u00c0 faire du vin un linceul ?<\/p>\n
Cette crapule invuln\u00e9rable
\nComme les machines de fer
\nJamais, ni l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 ni l\u2019hiver,
\nN\u2019a connu l\u2019amour v\u00e9ritable,<\/p>\n
Avec ses noirs enchantements,
\nSon cort\u00e9ge infernal d\u2019alarmes,
\nSes fioles de poison, ses larmes,
\nSes bruits de cha\u00eene et d\u2019ossements !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Me voil\u00e0 libre et solitaire !
\nJe serai ce soir ivre-mort ;
\nAlors, sans peur et sans remord,
\nJe me coucherai sur la terre,<\/p>\n
Et je dormirai comme un chien !
\nLe chariot aux lourdes roues
\nCharg\u00e9 de pierres et de boues,
\nLe vagon enrag\u00e9 peut bien<\/p>\n
\u00c9craser ma t\u00eate coupable
\nOu me couper par le milieu,
\nJe m\u2019en moque comme de Dieu,
\nDu Diable ou de la Sainte Table !<\/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":[186],"poems-book":[189],"poemes-theme":[372,330,362],"poete":[190],"class_list":["post-1920","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-186","poems-book-les-fleurs-du-mal","poemes-theme-ivresse","poemes-theme-mort","poemes-theme-vin","poete-charles-baudelaire"],"yoast_head":"\n