Apr\u00e8s avoir lav\u00e9 les puissants mufles roux
\nDe ses vaches, cur\u00e9 l\u2019\u00e9gout et la liti\u00e8re,
\nTrouss\u00e9 son jupon l\u00e2che \u00e0 hauteur des genoux,
\nOuvert, au jour levant, une porte \u00e0 chati\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Kato, la grasse enfant, la pataude, s\u2019assied,
\nUn grand mouchoir us\u00e9 lui recouvrant la nuque,
\nSur le viel escabeau, qui ne tient que d\u2019un pied,
\nDans un coin noir, o\u00f9 luit encor un noctiluque.<\/p>\n
Le tablier de cuir rugueux sert de cuissart ;
\nLes pieds sont nus dans les sabots. Voici sa pose :
\nLe sceau dans le giron, les jambes en \u00e9cart,
\nLes cinq doigts grapilleurs \u00e9tirant le pis rose,<\/p>\n
Pendant qu\u2019au r\u00e9servoir d\u2019\u00e9tain jaillit le lait,
\nQu\u2019il s\u2019\u00e9chappe \u00e0 jet droit, qu\u2019il mousse plein de bulles,
\nEt que le nez rougeaud de Kato s\u2019en repa\u00eet,
\nComme d\u2019un blanc parfum de p\u00e2les renoncules.<\/p>\n
C\u2019est sa besogne \u00e0 l\u2019aube, au soir, au c\u0153ur du jour,
\nDe venir traire, \u00e0 pleine empoignade, ses b\u00eates,
\nEn songeant d\u2019un \u0153il vide aux bombances d\u2019amour,
\nAux baisers de son gars dans les charnelles f\u00eates,<\/p>\n
De son gars, le meunier, un grand rustaud r\u00e2bl\u00e9,
\nAvec des blocs de chair bossuant sa carcasse,
\nQui la guette au moulin, tout en veillant au bl\u00e9,
\nEt la bourre de baisers gras d\u00e8s qu\u2019elle passe.<\/p>\n
Mais son \u00e9table avec ses vaches la retient,
\nElles sont l\u00e0, dix, vingt, trente, toutes en graisse,
\nLeur croupe se haussant dans un raide maintien,
\nLeur longue queue, au ras des flancs, ballant \u00e0 l\u2019aise.<\/p>\n
Propres ? Rien ne luit tant que le poil de leur peau ;
\nFortes ? Leur cuisse \u00e9norme est de muscles gonfl\u00e9e ;
\nLeur grand souffle, dans l\u2019auge emplie, ameute l\u2019eau,
\nLeur coup de corne enfonce une cloison d\u2019embl\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Elles m\u00e2chonnent tout d\u2019un app\u00e9tit goulu :
\nGlands, carottes, navets, tr\u00e8fles, sainfoins, farines,
\nLe col allong\u00e9 droit et le mufle velu,
\nAvec des ronflements satisfaits de narines,<\/p>\n
Avec des coups de dent donn\u00e9s vers le panier,
\nO\u00f9 Kato fait tomber les raves qu\u2019elle \u00e9barbe,
\nAvec des regards doux fix\u00e9s sur le grenier,
\nO\u00f9 le foin, par les trous, laisse flotter sa barbe.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9curie est construite \u00e0 plein torchis. Le toit,
\nTr\u00e8s vieux, tr\u00e8s lourd, couvert de chaume et de ram\u00e9es,
\nSur sa charpente haute \u00e9trangement s\u2019asseoit
\nEt jusqu\u2019aux murs \u00e9tend ses ailes d\u00e9plum\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Les lucarnes du fond permettent au soleil
\nDe chauffer le b\u00e9tail de ses douches ign\u00e9es,
\nEt le soir, de frapper d\u2019un cinglement vermeil
\nLes marbres blancs et roux des croupes align\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Mais, au dedans, s\u2019attise une chaleur de four,
\nQui monte des brassins, des ventres et des couches
\nDe bouse mise en tas, pendant qu\u2019autour
\nBourdonne l\u2019essaim noir et sonore des mouches.<\/p>\n
Et c\u2019est l\u00e0 qu\u2019elle vit, la pataude, bien loin
\nDu cur\u00e9 qui sermonne et du fermier qui rage,
\nQu\u2019elle a son coin d\u2019amour dans le grenier \u00e0 foin,
\nO\u00f9 son gar\u00e7on meunier la roule et la saccage,<\/p>\n
Quand l\u2019\u00e9table au repos est close prudemment,
\nQue la nuit autour d\u2019eux r\u00e9pand sa somnolence,
\nQu\u2019on n\u2019entend rien, sinon le lourd m\u00e2chonnement
\nD\u2019une b\u00eate \u00e9veill\u00e9e au fond du grand silence.<\/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":[444],"poems-book":[679],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14794","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-444","poems-book-les-flammandes","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n