\u00c0 quoi ce proscrit pense-t-il ?
\n\ufeff\u00c0 son champ d\u2019orge ou de laitue,
\n\ufeff\u00c0 sa charrue, \u00e0 son outil,
\n\ufeff\u00c0 la grande France abattue.
\n\ufeffH\u00e9las ! le souvenir le tue.
\n\ufeffPendant qu\u2019on rente les Dupin
\n\ufeffLe pauvre exil\u00e9 souffre et prie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffL\u2019ouvrier r\u00eave l\u2019atelier,
\n\ufeffEt le laboureur sa chaumi\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffLes pots de fleurs sur l\u2019escalier,
\n\ufeffLe feu brillant, la vitre claire,
\n\ufeffAu fond le lit de la grand\u2019m\u00e8re.
\n\ufeffQuatre gros glands de vieux cr\u00e9pin
\n\ufeffEn faisaient la coquetterie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffEn mai volait la mouche \u00e0 miel ;
\n\ufeffOn voyait courir dans les seigles
\n\ufeffLes moineaux, partageux du ciel ;
\n\ufeffIls pillaient nos champs, ces espi\u00e8gles,
\n\ufeffTout comme s\u2019ils \u00e9taient des aigles.
\n\ufeffUn ch\u00e2teau du temps de P\u00e9pin
\n\ufeffCroulait pr\u00e8s de la m\u00e9tairie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffAvec sa lime ou son maillet
\n\ufeffOn soutenait enfants et femme ;
\n\ufeffDe l\u2019aube au soir on travaillait
\n\ufeffEt le travail \u00e9gayait l\u2019\u00e2me.
\n\ufeff\u00d4 saint travail ! lumi\u00e8re et flamme !
\n\ufeffDe Watt, de Jacquart, de Papin,
\n\ufeffLa jeunesse ainsi fut nourrie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffLes jours de f\u00eate, l\u2019ouvrier
\n\ufeffLaissait les soucis en fourri\u00e8re ;
\n\ufeffChantant les chants de f\u00e9vrier,
\n\ufeffBlouse au vent, casquette en arri\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffOn s\u2019en allait \u00e0 la barri\u00e8re.
\n\ufeffOn mangeait un douteux lapin
\n\ufeffEt l\u2019on buvait \u00e0 la Hongrie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffLes dimanches le paysan
\n\ufeffAppelait Jeanne ou Jacqueline,
\n\ufeffEt disait : \u2014 Femme, viens-nous-en,
\n\ufeffMets ta coiffe de mousseline !
\n\ufeffEt l\u2019on dansait sur la colline.
\n\ufeffLe sabot et non l\u2019escarpin
\n\ufeffFoulait ga\u00eement l\u2019herbe fleurie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffLes exil\u00e9s s\u2019en vont pensifs.
\n\ufeffLeur \u00e2me, h\u00e9las ! n\u2019est plus enti\u00e8re.
\n\ufeffIls regardent l\u2019ombre des ifs
\n\ufeffSur les fosses du cimeti\u00e8re ;
\n\ufeffL\u2019un songe \u00e0 l\u2019Allemagne alti\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffL\u2019autre au beau pays transalpin,
\n\ufeffL\u2019autre \u00e0 sa Pologne ch\u00e9rie.
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeffUn proscrit, lass\u00e9 de souffrir,
\n\ufeffMourait ; calme, il fermait son livre ;
\n\ufeffEt je lui dis : \u00ab Pourquoi mourir ? \u00bb
\n\ufeffIl me r\u00e9pondit : \u00ab Pourquoi vivre ? \u00bb
\n\ufeffPuis il reprit : \u00ab Je me d\u00e9livre.
\n\ufeffAdieu ! je meurs. N\u00e9ron-Scapin
\n\ufeffMet aux fers la France fl\u00e9trie\u2026 \u00bb
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
\ufeff\u00ab \u2026 Je meurs de ne plus voir les champs
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 je regardais l\u2019aube na\u00eetre,
\n\ufeffDe ne plus entendre les chants
\n\ufeffQue j\u2019entendais de ma fen\u00eatre.
\n\ufeffMon \u00e2me est o\u00f9 je ne puis \u00eatre.
\n\ufeffSous quatre planches de sapin,
\n\ufeffEnterrez-moi dans la prairie. \u00bb
\n\ufeff\u2014 On ne peut pas vivre sans pain ;
\nOn ne peut pas non plus vivre sans la patrie. \u2014<\/p>\n
Jersey, 13 avril 1853.<\/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":[440],"poems-book":[439],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9145","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-440","poems-book-les-chatiments","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n