Je lisais Platon. \u2014 J\u2019ouvris
\nLa porte de ma retraite,
\nEt j\u2019aper\u00e7us Lycoris,
\nC\u2019est-\u00e0-dire Turlurette.<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019avais pas dit encor
\nUn seul mot \u00e0 cette belle.
\nSous un vague plafond d\u2019or
\nMes r\u00eaves battaient de l\u2019aile.<\/p>\n
La belle, en jupon gris-clair.
\nMontait l\u2019escalier sonore ;
\nSes frais yeux bleus avaient l\u2019air
\nDe revenir de l\u2019aurore.<\/p>\n
Elle chantait un couplet
\nD\u2019une chanson de la rue
\nQui dans sa bouche semblait
\nUne lumi\u00e8re apparue.<\/p>\n
Son front \u00e9clipsa Platon.
\n\u00d4 front c\u00e9leste et frivole !
\nUn ruban sous son menton
\nRattachait son aur\u00e9ole.<\/p>\n
Elle avait l\u2019accent qui pla\u00eet,
\nUn foulard pour cachemire,
\nDans sa main son pot au lait,
\nDes flammes dans son sourire.<\/p>\n
Et je lui dis (le Ph\u00e9don
\nDonne tant de hardiesse !) :
\n\u2014 Mademoiselle, pardon,
\nNe seriez-vous pas d\u00e9esse ?<\/p>\n
14 ao\u00fbt 1859.<\/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":[463],"poems-book":[445],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9500","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-463","poems-book-les-chansons-des-rues-et-des-bois","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n