O\u00f9 vont les vieux paysans noirs
\nPar les couchants en or des soirs
\nDans les campagnes rouges ?<\/p>\n
\u00c0 grands coups d\u2019ailes affol\u00e9es,
\nEn leurs toujours folles vol\u00e9es,
\nLes moulins fous fauchent le vent.<\/p>\n
Les cormorans du vieil automne
\nClament au loin \u2014 et le ciel tonne
\nComme un tocsin parmi la nuit.
\nC\u2019est l\u2019heure ample de la terreur,
\nO\u00f9 passe en son charroi d\u2019horreur,
\nLe vieux Satan des labours rouges.<\/p>\n
Par la campagne en grand deuil d\u2019or,
\nO\u00f9 vont les vieux silencieux ?<\/p>\n
Quelqu\u2019un a d\u00fb frapper l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nDe mauvaise f\u00e9condit\u00e9 :
\nLe bl\u00e9, tr\u00e8s dru, ne fut que paille.<\/p>\n
Les bonnes eaux n\u2019ont point coul\u00e9
\nPar les veines du champ br\u00fbl\u00e9 ;
\nQuelqu\u2019un a d\u00fb frapper les sources ;<\/p>\n
Quelqu\u2019un a d\u00fb s\u00e9cher la vie,
\nComme une gorge inassouvie,
\nD\u2019un seul grand coup vide un plein verre,<\/p>\n
Par la campagne en grand deuil d\u2019or.
\nO\u00f9 vont les vieux et leur mis\u00e8re ?
\nL\u2019\u00e2pre semeur des mauvais germes,
\nAux jours d\u2019Avril baignant les fermes,
\nLes vieux l\u2019ont tous senti passer.<\/p>\n
Ils l\u2019ont surpris morne et railleur,
\nPench\u00e9 sur les moissons en fleur ;
\nPlein de foudre, comme l\u2019orage.<\/p>\n
Les vieux n\u2019ont rien os\u00e9 se dire.
\nMais tous, craignant son rire
\nEt que peut-\u00eatre il ne rev\u00eent ;<\/p>\n
Sachant de plus par quel moyen
\nOn peut fl\u00e9chir Satan pa\u00efen,
\nQui r\u00e8gne encor sur la moisson,<\/p>\n
Par la campagne en grand deuil d\u2019or,
\nO\u00f9 vont les vieux et leur frisson ?
\nLe semeur d\u2019or du mauvais bl\u00e9
\nEntend venir ce d\u00e9fil\u00e9
\nD\u2019hommes qui se taisent et marchent.<\/p>\n
Il sait que seuls ils ont encore,
\nAu fond du c\u0153ur, qu\u2019elle d\u00e9vore,
\nToute la peur de l\u2019inconnu.<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019obstin\u00e9ment ils d\u00e9robent en eux
\nSon culte, sombre et lumineux,
\nComme un minuit blanc de mercure,<\/p>\n
Et qu\u2019ils redoutent ses r\u00e9voltes,
\nEt qu\u2019ils supplient pour leurs r\u00e9coltes
\nPlus devant lui que devant Dieu.<\/p>\n
Par la campagne en grand deuil d\u2019or,
\nO\u00f9 vont les vieux porter leur v\u0153u ?<\/p>\n
Le Satan d\u2019or des champs br\u00fbl\u00e9s
\nEt des fermiers ensorcel\u00e9s
\nQui font des croix de la main gauche,<\/p>\n
Ce soir, dans le bois d\u2019ombre et de feu rouge
\nSur un bloc noir qui soudain bouge,
\nDepuis une heure est accoud\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Les vieux ont pu l\u2019apercevoir,
\nAvec des yeux dard\u00e9s vers eux,
\nD\u2019entre ses cils de chardons morts.<\/p>\n
Ils ont senti qu\u2019il \u00e9coutait
\nLes silences de leur souhait
\nEt leur pri\u00e8re uniquement pens\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Alors, subitement,
\nAvec des gestes joints
\nTendus vers lui de loin,
\nPour seule offrande et seuls indices
\nEn un grand feu de branches lisses,
\nIls ont jet\u00e9 un chat vivant.
\nLa b\u00eate, les pattes pli\u00e9es,
\nEst morte, en des rages li\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Apr\u00e8s \u2014 vers son chaume tann\u00e9
\nDe vents d\u2019automne et de grand froid,
\nChacun, par un chemin \u00e0 soi,
\nSans rien savoir est retourn\u00e9.<\/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":[259],"poems-book":[683],"poemes-theme":[345],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14929","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-259","poems-book-les-campagnes-hallucinees","poemes-theme-campagne","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n