{"id":26446,"date":"2026-09-30T01:41:48","date_gmt":"2026-09-30T01:41:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/?p=26446"},"modified":"2026-09-30T02:10:01","modified_gmt":"2026-09-30T02:10:01","slug":"poeme-dexil-par-m-sebag","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/poeme-dexil-par-m-sebag\/","title":{"rendered":"Po\u00e8me d’exil, par M Sebag"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bravo pour Harissa.
J’ai retrouv\u00e9 ce po\u00e8me que j’ai \u00e9crit \u00e0 l’\u00e2ge de 16 ans (en 1962) dans la
grisaille de B\u00e9con les Bruy\u00e8res (banlieue parisienne)<\/p>\n

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Tunis! J’appelle Tunis!
Arc en ciel voil\u00e9, femmes en floches,
Les souks ont cette odeur d’amour sans artifice,
on y marchande tout, les tapis, l’espoir, les \u00e9pices.
J’avais \u00e0 peine douze ans, des amis pleins les poches.
Place Jeanne d’Arc, ma mouqu\u00e8re,
tes palmes ruissellent sous le soleil,
c’est le matin qui s’\u00e9veille
et les palmiers rieurs.
Mes mots n’\u00e9taient que solitude, j’en veux faire couleurs,
casquettes, turbans et ch\u00e9chias,
pantalons, robes et djellabas
J’en veux faire, j’en veux faire ….
Ma t\u00eate est pleine de Belv\u00e9d\u00e8re.
Peut-\u00eatre est-ce une onde qui s’\u00e9tale,
peut-\u00eatre un cri, peut-\u00eatre un r\u00e2le,
dans mes oreilles chante une cigale,
j’ai de la fi\u00e8vre, je fais escale,
ma t\u00eate est pleine de Belv\u00e9d\u00e8re.
J’ai mal, je pleure,
Les jours passent et tu demeures
Tunis! J’appelle Tunis…<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0sebag\u00a0\u00bb <mpsebag@almanet.fr<\/a>>\u00a0
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\u00a0 Bravo pour Harissa. J’ai retrouv\u00e9 ce po\u00e8me que j’ai \u00e9crit \u00e0 l’\u00e2ge de 16 ans (en 1962) dans la grisaille de B\u00e9con les Bruy\u00e8res (banlieue parisienne) \u00a0 Tunis! J’appelle Tunis! Arc en ciel voil\u00e9, femmes en floches, Les souks ont cette odeur d’amour sans artifice, on y marchande tout, les tapis, l’espoir, les \u00e9pices.… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":27486,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-souvenirs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26446","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26446"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26446\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29319,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26446\/revisions\/29319"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/27486"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26446"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26446"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harissa.com\/news-wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26446"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}