Un soir plein de pourpres et de fleuves vermeils
\nPourrit, par au del\u00e0 des plaines diminu\u00e9es,
\nEt fortement, avec les poings de ses nu\u00e9es,
\nSur l\u2019horizon verd\u00e2tre, \u00e9crase des soleils.
\nSaison massive ! Et comme Octobre, avec paresse
\nEt nonchaloir, se gonfle et meurt dans ce d\u00e9cor :
\nPommes ! caillots de feu ; raisins ! chapelets d\u2019or,
\nQue le doigt\u00e9 tremblant des lumi\u00e8res caresse,
\nUne derni\u00e8re fois, avant l\u2019hiver. Le vol
\nDes grands corbeaux ? il vient. Mais aujourd\u2019hui, c\u2019est l\u2019heure
\nEncor des feuillaisons de laque \u2014 et la meilleure.<\/p>\n
Les pousses des fraisiers ensanglantent le sol,
\nLe bois tend vers le ciel ses mains de feuilles rousses
\nEt du bronze et du fer sonnent, l\u00e0-bas, au loin.
\nUne odeur d\u2019eau se m\u00eale \u00e0 des senteurs de coing
\nEt des parfums d\u2019iris \u00e0 des parfums de mousses.
\nEt l\u2019\u00e9tang plane et clair refl\u00e8te \u00e9norm\u00e9ment
\nEntre de fins bouleaux, dont le branchage bouge,
\nLa lune, qui se l\u00e8ve \u00e9paisse, immense et rouge,
\nEt semble un beau fruit m\u00fbr, \u00e9clos placidement.<\/p>\n
Mourir ainsi, mon corps, mourir, serait le r\u00eave !
\nSous un supr\u00eame afflux de couleurs et de chants,
\nAvec, dans les regards, des ors et des couchants,
\nAvec, dans le cerveau, des rivi\u00e8res de s\u00e8ve.
\nMourir ! comme des fleurs trop \u00e9normes, mourir !
\nTrop massives et trop g\u00e9antes pour la vie !
\nLa grande mort serait superbement servie
\nEt notre immense orgueil n\u2019aurait rien \u00e0 souffrir !
\nMourir, mon corps, ainsi que l\u2019automne, mourir !<\/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":[682],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14922","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-soirs","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n