Comme elle avait la r\u00e9sille,
\nD\u2019abord la rime h\u00e9sita.
\nCe devait \u00eatre In\u00e9sille\u2026 \u2014
\nMais non, c\u2019\u00e9tait Pepita.<\/p>\n
Seize ans. Belle et grande fille\u2026 \u2014
\n(Ici la rime insista :<\/p>\n
Rimeur, c\u2019\u00e9tait In\u00e9sille.
\nRime, c\u2019\u00e9tait Pepita.)<\/p>\n
Pepita\u2026 \u2014 Je me rappelle !
\nOh ! le doux pass\u00e9 vainqueur,
\nTout le pass\u00e9, p\u00eale-m\u00eale
\nRevient \u00e0 flots dans mon c\u0153ur ;<\/p>\n
Mer, ton flux roule et rapporte
\nLes varechs et les galets.
\nMon p\u00e8re avait une escorte ;
\nNous habitions un palais ;<\/p>\n
Dans cette Espagne que j\u2019aime,
\nAu point du jour, au printemps,<\/p>\n
Quand je n\u2019existais pas m\u00eame,
\nPepita \u2014 j\u2019avais huit ans \u2014<\/p>\n
Me disait : \u2014 Fils, je me nomme
\nPepa ; mon p\u00e8re est marquis. \u2014
\nMoi, je me croyais un homme,
\n\u00c9tant en pays conquis.<\/p>\n
Dans sa r\u00e9sille de soie
\nPepa mettait des doublons ;<\/p>\n
De la flamme et de la joie
\nSortaient de ses cheveux blonds.<\/p>\n
Tout cela, jupe de moire,
\nVeste de tor\u00e9ador,
\nVelours bleu, dentelle noire,
\nDansait dans un rayon d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Et c\u2019\u00e9tait presque une femme
\nQue Pepita mes amours.
\nL\u2019indolente avait mon \u00e2me
\nSous son coude de velours.<\/p>\n
Je palpitais dans sa chambre
\nComme un nid pr\u00e8s du faucon,
\nElle avait un collier d\u2019ambre,
\nUn rosier sur son balcon.<\/p>\n
Tous les jours un vieux qui pleure
\nVenait demander un sou ;
\nUn dragon \u00e0 la m\u00eame heure
\nArrivait je ne sais d\u2019o\u00f9.<\/p>\n
Il piaffait sous la crois\u00e9e,
\nTandis que le vieux r\u00e2lait<\/p>\n
De sa vieille voix bris\u00e9e :
\nLa charit\u00e9, s\u2019il vous pla\u00eet !<\/p>\n
Et la belle au collier jaune,
\nSe penchant sur son rosier,
\nFaisait au pauvre l\u2019aum\u00f4ne
\nPour la faire \u00e0 l\u2019officier.<\/p>\n
L\u2019un plus fier, l\u2019autre moins sombre,
\nIls partaient, le vieux hagard
\nEmportant un sou dans l\u2019ombre,
\nEt le dragon un regard.<\/p>\n
J\u2019\u00e9tais pr\u00e8s de la fen\u00eatre,
\nTremblant, trop petit pour voir,
\nAmoureux sans m\u2019y conna\u00eetre,
\nEt b\u00eate sans le savoir.<\/p>\n
Elle disait avec charme :
\nMarions-nous ! choisissant
\nPour amoureux le gendarme
\nEt pour mari l\u2019innocent.<\/p>\n
Je disais quelque sottise ;
\nPepa r\u00e9pondait : Plus bas !<\/p>\n
M\u2019\u00e9teignant comme on attise ;
\nEt, pendant ces doux \u00e9bats,<\/p>\n
Les soldats buvaient des pintes
\nEt jouaient au domino
\nDans les grandes chambres peintes
\nDu palais Masserano.<\/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":[443],"poems-book":[447],"poemes-theme":[357,358,374],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9715","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poemes-theme-famille","poemes-theme-femme","poemes-theme-jeunesse","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n