Moi, que je sois royaliste !
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 peu pr\u00e8s comme si
\nLe ciel devait rester triste
\nQuand l\u2019aube a dit : Me voici !<\/p>\n
Un roi, c\u2019est un homme \u00e9questre,
\nPersonnage \u00e0 num\u00e9ro,
\nEn marge duquel de Maistre
\n\u00c9crit : Roi, lisez : Bourreau.<\/p>\n
Je n\u2019y crois plus. Est-ce un crime
\nQue d\u2019avoir, par ma cloison,
\nVu ce point du jour sublime,
\nLe lever de la raison !<\/p>\n
J\u2019\u00e9tais jadis \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9cole
\nChez ce p\u00e9dant, le Pass\u00e9 ;
\nJ\u2019ai rompu cette bricole ;
\nJ\u2019\u00e9pelle un autre A B C.<\/p>\n
Mon livre, \u00f4 fils de Lut\u00e8ce,
\nC\u2019est la nature, alphabet
\nO\u00f9 le lys n\u2019est point altesse,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019arbre n\u2019est point gibet.<\/p>\n
Maintenant, je te l\u2019avoue,
\nJe ne crois qu\u2019au droit divin
\nDu c\u0153ur, de l\u2019enfant qui joue,
\nDu franc rire et du bon vin.<\/p>\n
Puisque tu me fais visite
\nSous mon chaume, \u00e0 Domremy,
\n\u00c0 toi le grec, moi le scythe,
\nJ\u2019ouvre mon \u00e2me \u00e0 demi\u2026<\/p>\n
Pas tout \u00e0 fait. \u2014 La feuill\u00e9e
\nDoit voiler le carrefour,
\nEt la porte entre-b\u00e2ill\u00e9e
\nConvient au timide amour.<\/p>\n
J\u2019aime, en ces bois que j\u2019habite,
\nL\u2019aurore ; et j\u2019ai dans mon trou
\nPour pareil, le c\u00e9nobite,
\nPour contraire, le hibou.<\/p>\n
Une femme me fascine ;
\nComme Properce, j\u2019entends
\nUne fl\u00fbte tibicine
\nDans les branches du printemps.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai pour jeu la po\u00e9sie ;
\nJ\u2019ai pour torture un minois,
\nVieux style, et la jalousie,
\nCe casse-t\u00eate chinois.<\/p>\n
Je suis fou d\u2019une charmeuse,
\nDe Paris venue ici,
\nDont les saules de la Meuse
\nSont tous amoureux aussi.<\/p>\n
Je l\u2019ai suivie en Sologne,
\nJe la suis \u00e0 Vaucouleurs.
\nMon c\u0153ur rit, ma raison grogne,
\nEt me voil\u00e0 dans les fleurs.<\/p>\n
Je l\u2019ai nomm\u00e9e Euryanthe.
\nJ\u2019en perds l\u2019\u00e2me et l\u2019app\u00e9tit.
\nCirconstance att\u00e9nuante :
\nElle a le pied tr\u00e8s petit.<\/p>\n
Plains-moi. Telle est ma blessure.
\nCela dit, amusons-nous.
\nOublions tout, la censure,
\nRome, et l\u2019abb\u00e9 Frayssinous.<\/p>\n
Cours les bals, danse aux kermesses.
\nLes filles ont de la foi ;
\nFais-toi tenir les promesses
\nQu\u2019elles m\u2019ont faites \u00e0 moi.<\/p>\n
Ris, savoure, aime, d\u00e9guste,
\nEt, libres, narguons un peu
\nLe roi, ce feux nez auguste
\nQue le pr\u00eatre met \u00e0 Dieu.<\/p>\n
11 ao\u00fbt.<\/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-9548","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-463","poems-book-les-chansons-des-rues-et-des-bois","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n