L\u00e0-bas, cette existence en noir de grandes vieilles,
\nPar les enclos en noir et les porches d\u2019\u00e9glise,
\nCette existence et de pri\u00e8res et de veilles,
\nLe soir, sous leurs mantes en noir, qu\u2019immobilise,
\nEt pendant des heures et des heures, l\u2019extase
\nAu pied d\u2019un ostensoir, le soir, en des chapelles
\nDe cath\u00e9drale en noir ; et la claustrale emphase
\nDu culte et de grands dais lev\u00e9s et de flabelles,
\nLe soir, sur ces vieilles en noir, dont les mains jaunes
\nTendent en croix leurs d\u00e9sespoirs et leurs mis\u00e8res,
\nVers les autels immens\u00e9ment et vers les tr\u00f4nes,
\nL\u00e0-bas, orn\u00e9s d\u2019argent, de feux, et de rosaires,
\nLe soir, au fond des chapelles en noir ; et l\u2019ombre
\nD\u2019un grand pilier, sur les dalles, droite, allong\u00e9e
\nAinsi qu\u2019un bras de soir et de volont\u00e9 sombre
\nVers ces vieilles en noir, dont la ferveur fig\u00e9e
\nGrandit l\u2019hi\u00e9ratique allure \u00e9vocatoire,
\nAu fond des chapelles en noir ; et les martyres
\nEt les saintes, et la s\u00e9rie incantatoire
\nDes longs cierges et le gr\u00e9sillement des cires,
\nLe soir, sur de lourds tr\u00e9pieds noirs, dans les chapelles
\nEn noir ; et ce J\u00e9sus, vieux de si\u00e8cles et triste,
\nCe Christ en noir du soir, dont les loques charnelles
\nPendent au long des croix et dont le nom persiste,
\nLe soir, dans le vieux c\u0153ur en noir des grandes vieilles,
\nDans leur vieux c\u0153ur en noir et or et leurs m\u00e9moires !<\/p>\n
Et comme elles, s\u2019user \u00e0 des marmonnements ;
\nEt comme elles, rouler, en uniformes moires,
\nLes jours apr\u00e8s les jours, toujours, et les moments,
\nLes toujours m\u00eames jours pieusement ; et comme
\nElles, passer vers un effacement en noir ;
\nEt comme elles vivent, vivre, presqu\u2019en un somme
\nDe mornes oraisons autour des croix de soir,
\nAu fond des chapelles en noir ; revivre en litanies
\nSa peine et sa ranc\u0153ur et tout son d\u00e9sespoir
\nEt ses lasses douleurs de vivre ind\u00e9finies,
\nL\u00e0-bas, le soir, au fond des chapelles en noir !<\/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":[686],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15184","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-debacles","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n