Qu’\u00e9tait-ce que l’enfant? qu’\u00e9tait-ce que la m\u00e8re?
\nJe l’ignorais. C’\u00e9tait la sais\u00f4n \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re
\nQui nous enchante; et n’a qu’un d\u00e9faut, durer peu,
\nAvril. De ma mansarde, entr’ouverte au ciel bleu,
\nJe regardais, \u00e0 l’heure o\u00f9 le jour vient de na\u00eetre,
\nUne femme tournant le dos \u00e0 la fen\u00eatre,
\nAssise s\u00fbr son lit, un enfant dans ses bras;
\nJe devinais l’enfant, je ne le voy\u00e0is pas,
\nTant ils \u00e9taient tous deux serr\u00e9s l’un contre l’autre.
\nMalheur au faible! \u00f4 sombre horizon que le n\u00f4tre!
\nCette femme \u00e9tait l\u00e0 seul\u00e9, en ce bouge \u00e9troit.
\nElle avait un enfant; mais avait-elle un toit?
\n\u00c9tait-elle, humble plante et rose infortun\u00e9e,
\nLivr\u00e9e \u00e0 ce vent noir qu’on nomme destin\u00e9e,
\nQui brise au haut des monts le c\u00e8dre et le sapin?
\nAvait-elle du lait? avait-elle du pain?
\nDe quoi manger? de quoi nourrir? poignant probl\u00e8me!
\nNos lois sont l\u00e9s carcans de la mis\u00e8re bl\u00eame..
\nAvait-elle un amant? avait-elle un m \u00e0ri?
\nQu’un rameau soit fl\u00e9tri parce qu’il est fleuri,
\nC’est triste, et c’est, h\u00e9las, souvent le sort des femmes!
\nCe vil monde punit l’\u00e9closion des \u00e2mes.
\nElle semblait r\u00eaver sous un nuage obscur;
\nElle ne parlait pas et regardait son mur;
\nMoi j’\u00e9tais dans l’aurore, elle dans l\u00e9s t\u00e9n\u00e8bres;
\nEt je ne distinguais, dans ces ombres fun\u00e8bres,
\nDe ce double destin entrevu vaguement,
\nRien que deux petits bras pressant un cou charmant.<\/p>\n
9 mai 1877.<\/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":[252],"poems-book":[293],"poemes-theme":[355],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9954","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-toute-la-lyre","poemes-theme-enfance","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n