\u00c0 l\u2019orient du pr\u00e9, dans le sol r\u00eache
\nEst l\u00e0, pour \u00e0 toujours, qui grelotte, la b\u00eache
\nLamentable et nue ;
\nSous le ciel sec, la terre s\u00e8che ;
\nEt rien, sinon la maigre b\u00eache,
\nLatte de bois mort, latte de bois nu.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Fais une croix sur le sol jaune
\nAvec la longue main,
\nToi qui t\u2019en vas, par le chemin \u2014<\/p>\n
La chaumi\u00e8re d\u2019humidit\u00e9 verd\u00e2tre
\nEt ses deux tilleuls foudroy\u00e9s
\nEt des cendres dans l\u2019\u00e2tre
\nEt sur le mur encor le pi\u00e9destal de pl\u00e2tre,
\nMais la Vierge tomb\u00e9e \u00e0 terre.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Fais une croix vers les chaumi\u00e8res
\nAvec ta longue main de paix et de lumi\u00e8re \u2014<\/p>\n
Des crapauds morts dans les orni\u00e8res infinies
\nEt des poissons dans les roseaux
\nEt puis un cri toujours plus pauvre et lent d\u2019oiseau,
\nInfiniment, l\u00e0-bas, un cri \u00e0 l\u2019agonie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Fais une croix avec ta main
\nPitoyable, sur le chemin \u2014<\/p>\n
Aux verrous rouill\u00e9s des \u00e9tables,
\nL\u2019orde araign\u00e9e, elle a tiss\u00e9 l\u2019\u00e9toile de poussi\u00e8re ;
\nEt la ferme sur la rivi\u00e8re,
\nPar \u00e0 travers ses chaumes lamentables,
\nComme des bras aux mains coup\u00e9es,
\nCroise ses poutres d\u2019outre en outre.
\n\u2014 Fais une croix sur le demain,
\nD\u00e9finitive, avec ta main \u2014<\/p>\n
Un double rang d\u2019arbres et de troncs nus sont abattus,
\nAu long des routes en d\u00e9routes,
\nLes villages \u2014 plus m\u00eame de cloches pour en sonner<\/p>\n
Le hoquetant dies ir\u00e6
\nD\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9, vers l\u2019\u00e9cho vide et ses bouches cass\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Fais une croix aux quatre fronts des horizons.<\/p>\n
Car c\u2019est la fin des champs et c\u2019est la fin des soirs ;
\nLe deuil au fond des cieux tourne, comme des meules,
\nSes soleils noirs ;
\nEt des larves \u00e9closent seules
\nAux flancs pourris des femmes qui sont mortes.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 l\u2019orient du pr\u00e9, dans le sol r\u00eache,
\nSur le cadavre \u00e9pars des vieux labours,
\nDomine l\u00e0, et pour toujours,
\nPlaque de fer clair, latte de bois froid,
\nLa b\u00eache.<\/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":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14941","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-259","poems-book-les-campagnes-hallucinees","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n