Avec col\u00e8re, avec d\u00e9tresse,
\nAvec ses refrains de quadrilles,
\nQui saut\u00e8lent sur leurs b\u00e9quilles,
\nL\u2019orgue canaille et lourd,
\nAu fond du bourg,
\nMoud la kermesse.<\/p>\n
Quelques \u00e9tals, au coin des bornes,
\nEt quelques vieilles gens,
\nAu seuil d\u2019un portail morne.<\/p>\n
Et quelques couples seuls qui se hasardent,
\nLes gars braillards et les filles hagardes,
\nAlors qu\u2019au cimeti\u00e8re deux corbeaux,
\nSur les tombeaux,
\nRegardent.<\/p>\n
Avec col\u00e8re, avec d\u00e9tresse, avec blasph\u00e8me,
\nMais, vers la f\u00eate
\nQuand m\u00eame,
\nL\u2019orgue s\u2019ent\u00eate.<\/p>\n
Sa musique de tintamarres
\nSe casse, en des bagarres
\nDe cuivre vert et de fer blanc,
\nEt crie et grince dans le vide,
\nObstin\u00e9ment,
\nSa note acide.<\/p>\n
Sur la place, l\u2019\u00e9glise,
\nSous le cercueil de ses grands toits
\nEt les linceuls de ses murs droits,
\nTait les reproches
\nSolennels de ses cloches ;
\nUn charlatan, sur un tr\u00e9teau,
\nPantalon rouge et vert manteau,
\nVend \u00e0 grands cris la vie ;
\nPuis \u00e9change, contre des sous,
\nSon rem\u00e8de pour loups garous
\nEt l\u2019histoire de point en point suivie,
\nSur sa pancarte,
\nD\u2019un bossu noir qu\u2019il d\u00e9livra de fi\u00e8vre quarte.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019orgue rage
\nSon quadrille sauvage.<\/p>\n
Et personne, des hameaux proches,
\nN\u2019est accouru ;
\nVides les \u00e9tables \u2014 vides les poches,
\nEt rien que la mort et la faim
\nDont se peuple l\u2019armoire \u00e0 pain ;
\nDans la mis\u00e8re qui les soude
\nOn sent que les hameaux se boudent,
\nQu\u2019entre filles et gars d\u2019amour
\nLa pauvret\u00e9 d\u00e9coud les alliances
\nEt que les jours suivant les jours
\nChacun des bourgs
\nFait son silence avec ses d\u00e9fiances.<\/p>\n
L\u2019orgue grin\u00e7ant et faux,
\nDans son armoire
\nD\u2019architecture ostentatoire,
\nCriaille un bruit de faux
\nEt de cisailles.<\/p>\n
Dans la salle de pl\u00e2tre cru,
\nO\u00f9 ses cris tors et discors, dru,
\nContre des murs de lattes
\n\u00c9clatent,
\nDes colonnes de verre et de jouants b\u00e2tons
\n\u2014 Clinquant et or \u2014 tournent sur son fronton ;
\nEt les concassants bruits des cors et des trompettes
\nEt les fifres, tels des forets,
\nCinglent et trouent le cabaret
\nDe leurs temp\u00eates
\nEt vont l\u00e0-bas
\nContre un pignon, avec fracas,
\nBroyer l\u2019\u00e9cho de la grand\u2019rue.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019orgue avec sa rage
\nS\u2019ameute une derni\u00e8re fois et rue
\nDes quatre fers de son tapage
\nJusqu\u2019aux lointains des champs,
\nJusqu\u2019aux routes, jusqu\u2019aux \u00e9tangs,
\nJusqu\u2019aux jach\u00e8res de m\u00e9teil,
\nJusqu\u2019au soleil ;
\nEt seuls dansent aux carrefours,
\nJupons gonfl\u00e9s et sabots lourds,
\nDeux pauvres fous avec deux folles.<\/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":[345,950,238],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14936","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-259","poems-book-les-campagnes-hallucinees","poemes-theme-campagne","poemes-theme-lieu","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n