Depuis ces temps troubl\u00e9s d\u2019adieux et de retours
\nEt de soudaine lassitude
\nD\u2019\u00eatre celui qui va, cern\u00e9 de solitude,
\nMes jours toujours plus lourds s\u2019en vont roulant leur cours.<\/p>\n
J\u2019avais foi dans ma t\u00eate ; elle \u00e9tait ma hantise.
\nEt mon ent\u00eatement \u2014 haine et splendeur \u2014 vermeil,
\nO\u00f9 s\u2019allumait l\u2019int\u00e9rieur soleil,
\nDardait contre le bloc de roc de la b\u00eatise.<\/p>\n
De vivre ainsi hautement, j\u2019avais
\nMuette joie \u00e0 me sentir et seul et triste,
\nNe croyant plus qu\u2019\u00e0 ma perdurance d\u2019artiste
\nEt \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153uvre que je r\u00eavais.<\/p>\n
Celle qui se levait tranquille et douce et bonne
\nEt s\u2019en allait par de simples chemins,
\nVers les foyers humains,
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019on pardonne.<\/p>\n
Ah ! comme il fut plombant ce soir d\u2019opacit\u00e9,
\nQuand mon \u00e2me min\u00e9e infiniment de doutes,
\nEn tout \u00e0 coup d\u2019arbre \u00e0 terre barra mes routes
\nEt l\u00e9zarda, craquement noir, ma volont\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 tout jamais mortes, mes fermet\u00e9s brandies !
\nMes poings ? flasques ; mes yeux ? fan\u00e9s ; mes orgueils ? serfs ;
\nMon sang coulait p\u00e9niblement jusqu\u2019\u00e0 mes nerfs
\nEt comme des su\u00e7oirs gluaient mes maladies.<\/p>\n
Et maintenant que je m\u2019en vais vers le hasard\u2026
\nDites, le v\u0153u qu\u2019en un lointain de s\u00e9pulture,
\nComme un marbre br\u00fbl\u00e9 de gloire et de torture,
\nRouge \u00e9ternellement se crispera mon art !<\/p>\n
(1887)<\/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":[201],"poems-book":[681],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14883","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-201","poems-book-les-bords-la-route","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n