Lui \u2014 Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
\n\ufeffHein ? nous irions,
\nAyant de l\u2019air plein la narine,
\n\ufeffAux frais rayons<\/p>\n
Du bon matin bleu, qui vous baigne
\n\ufeffDu vin de jour ?\u2026
\nQuand tout le bois frissonnant saigne
\n\ufeffMuet d\u2019amour<\/p>\n
De chaque branche, gouttes vertes,
\n\ufeffDes bourgeons clairs,
\nOn sent dans les choses ouvertes
\n\ufeffFr\u00e9mir des chairs :<\/p>\n
Tu plongerais dans la luzerne
\n\ufeffTon blanc peignoir,
\nRosant \u00e0 l\u2019air ce bleu qui cerne
\n\ufeffTon grand \u0153il noir,<\/p>\n
Amoureuse de la campagne,
\n\ufeffSemant partout,
\nComme une mousse de Champagne,
\n\ufeffTon rire fou :<\/p>\n
Riant \u00e0 moi, brutal d\u2019ivresse,
\n\ufeffQui te prendrais.
\nComme cela, \u2014 la belle tresse,
\n\ufeffOh ! \u2014 qui boirais<\/p>\n
Ton go\u00fbt de framboise et de fraise,
\n\ufeff\u00d4 chair de fleur !
\nRiant au vent vif qui te baise
\n\ufeffComme un voleur,<\/p>\n
Au rose \u00e9glantier qui t\u2019emb\u00eate
\n\ufeffAimablement :
\nRiant surtout, \u00f4 folle t\u00eate,
\n\ufeff\u00c0 ton amant !\u2026<\/p>\n
…<\/p>\n
Dix-sept ans ! Tu seras heureuse !
\n\ufeffOh ! les grands pr\u00e9s !
\nLa grande campagne amoureuse !
\n\ufeff\u2014 Dis, viens plus pr\u00e8s !\u2026<\/p>\n
Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
\n\ufeffM\u00ealant nos voix,
\nLents, nous gagnerions la ravine,
\n\ufeffPuis les grands bois !\u2026<\/p>\n
Puis, comme une petite morte,
\n\ufeffLe c\u0153ur p\u00e2m\u00e9,
\nTu me dirais que je te porte,
\n\ufeffL\u2019\u0153il mi-ferm\u00e9\u2026<\/p>\n
Je te porterais, palpitante,
\n\ufeffDans le sentier :
\nL\u2019oiseau filerait son andante :
\n\ufeffAu Noisetier\u2026<\/p>\n
Je te parlerais dans ta bouche :
\n\ufeffJ\u2019irais, pressant
\nTon corps, comme une enfant qu\u2019on couche,
\n\ufeffIvre du sang<\/p>\n
Qui coule, bleu, sous ta peau blanche
\n\ufeffAux tons ros\u00e9s :
\nEt te parlant la langue franche\u2026
\n\ufeffTiens !\u2026 \u2014 que tu sais\u2026<\/p>\n
Nos grands bois sentiraient la s\u00e8ve
\n\ufeffEt le soleil
\nSablerait d\u2019or fin leur grand r\u00eave
\n\ufeffVert et vermeil.<\/p>\n
…<\/p>\n
Le soir ?\u2026 Nous reprendrons la route
\n\ufeffBlanche qui court
\nFl\u00e2nant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
\n\ufeffTout \u00e0 l\u2019entour<\/p>\n
Les bons vergers \u00e0 l\u2019herbe bleue
\n\ufeffAux pommiers tors !
\nComme on les sent toute une lieue
\n\ufeffLeurs parfums forts !<\/p>\n
Nous regagnerons le village
\n\ufeffAu ciel mi-noir ;
\nEt \u00e7a sentira le laitage
\n\ufeffDans l\u2019air du soir ;<\/p>\n
\u00c7a sentira l\u2019\u00e9table, pleine
\n\ufeffDe fumiers chauds,
\nPleine d\u2019un lent rythme d\u2019haleine,
\n\ufeffEt de grands dos<\/p>\n
Blanchissant sous quelque lumi\u00e8re ;
\n\ufeffEt, tout l\u00e0-bas,
\nUne vache fientera, fi\u00e8re,
\n\ufeff\u00c0 chaque pas\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Les lunettes de la grand\u2019m\u00e8re
\n\ufeffEt son nez long
\nDans son missel ; le pot de bi\u00e8re
\n\ufeffCercl\u00e9 de plomb,<\/p>\n
Moussant entre les larges pipes
\n\ufeffQui, cr\u00e2nement,
\nFument : les effroyables lippes
\n\ufeffQui, tout fumant,<\/p>\n
Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
\n\ufeffTant, tant et plus :
\nLe feu qui claire les couchettes
\n\ufeffEt les bahuts :<\/p>\n
Les fesses luisantes et grasses
\n\ufeffD\u2019un gros enfant
\nQui fourre, \u00e0 genoux, dans les tasses,
\n\ufeffSon museau blanc<\/p>\n
Fr\u00f4l\u00e9 par un mufle qui gronde
\n\ufeffD\u2019un ton gentil,
\nEt pourl\u00e8che la face ronde
\n\ufeffDu cher petit\u2026<\/p>\n
Noire, rogue au bord de sa chaise,
\n\ufeffAffreux profil,
\nUne vieille devant la braise
\n\ufeffQui fait du fil ;<\/p>\n
Que de choses verrons-nous, ch\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffDans ces taudis,
\nQuand la flamme illumine, claire,
\n\ufeffLes carreaux gris !\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Puis, petite et toute nich\u00e9e
\n\ufeffDans les lilas
\nNoirs et frais : la vitre cach\u00e9e,
\n\ufeffQui rit l\u00e0-bas\u2026<\/p>\n
Tu viendras, tu viendras, je t\u2019aime !
\n\ufeffCe sera beau.
\nTu viendras, n\u2019est-ce pas, et m\u00eame\u2026<\/p>\n
Elle. \u2014 Et mon bureau ?<\/p>\n
15 ao\u00fbt 1870.<\/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":[171,345,374,148,338,369],"poete":[191],"class_list":["post-2520","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-228","poems-book-cahier-de-douai","poemes-theme-amour","poemes-theme-campagne","poemes-theme-jeunesse","poemes-theme-liberte","poemes-theme-passion","poemes-theme-sensualite","poete-arthur-rimbaud"],"yoast_head":"\n