Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
\nDansent, dansent les paladins,
\nLes maigres paladins du diable.
\nLes squelettes de Saladins.<\/p>\n
Messire Belz\u00e9buth tire par la cravate
\nSes petits pantins noirs grima\u00e7ant sur le ciel,
\nEt, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
\nLes fait danser, danser aux sons d\u2019un vieux No\u00ebl !<\/p>\n
Et les pantins choqu\u00e9s enlacent leurs bras gr\u00eales :
\nComme des orgues noirs, les poitrines \u00e0 jour
\nQue serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
\nSe heurtent longuement dans un hideux amour.<\/p>\n
Hurrah ! Les gais danseurs, qui n\u2019avez plus de panse !
\nOn peut cabrioler, les tr\u00e9teaux sont si longs !
\nHop ! qu\u2019on ne sache plus si c\u2019est bataille ou danse !
\nBelz\u00e9buth enrag\u00e9 racle ses violons !<\/p>\n
\u00d4 durs talons, jamais on n\u2019use sa sandale !
\nPresque tous ont quitt\u00e9 la chemise de peau :
\nLe reste est peu g\u00eanant et se voit sans scandale.
\nSur les cr\u00e2nes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau :<\/p>\n
Le corbeau fait panache \u00e0 ces t\u00eates f\u00eal\u00e9es,
\nUn morceau de chair tremble \u00e0 leur maigre menton :
\nOn dirait, tournoyant dans les sombres m\u00eal\u00e9es,
\nDes preux, raides, heurtant armures de carton.<\/p>\n
Hurrah ! La bise siffle au grand bal des squelettes !
\nLe gibet noir mugit comme un orgue de fer !
\nLes loups vont r\u00e9pondant des for\u00eats violettes :
\n\u00c0 l\u2019horizon, le ciel est d\u2019un rouge d\u2019enfer\u2026<\/p>\n
Hol\u00e0, secouez-moi ces capitans fun\u00e8bres
\nQui d\u00e9filent, sournois, de leurs gros doigts cass\u00e9s
\nUn chapelet d\u2019amour sur leurs p\u00e2les vert\u00e8bres :
\nCe n\u2019est pas un moustier ici, les tr\u00e9pass\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Oh ! voil\u00e0 qu\u2019au miheu de la danse macabre
\nBondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
\nEmport\u00e9 par l\u2019\u00e9lan, comme un cheval se cabre :
\nEt, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,<\/p>\n
Crispe ses petits doigts sur son f\u00e9mur qui craque
\nAvec des cris pareils \u00e0 des ricanements,
\nEt, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
\nRebondit dans le bal au chant des ossements.<\/p>\n
Au gibet noir, manchot aimable.
\nDansent, dansent les paladins.
\nLes maigres paladins du diable.
\nLes squelettes de Saladins.<\/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":[228],"poems-book":[235],"poemes-theme":[237],"poete":[191],"class_list":["post-2515","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-228","poems-book-cahier-de-douai","poemes-theme-guerre","poete-arthur-rimbaud"],"yoast_head":"\n