H\u00e9las, quel soir ! ce soir de maussade veill\u00e9e.
\nJe hais, je ne sais plus ; je veux, je ne sais pas ;
\nAh mon \u00e2me, vers un n\u00e9ant, s\u2019en est all\u00e9e,
\nVers un n\u00e9ant, tr\u00e8s loin, je ne sais o\u00f9, l\u00e0-bas ?<\/p>\n
Il bat des tas de glas au-dessus de ma t\u00eate,
\nLe vent, il corne \u00e0 mort, et les cierges b\u00e9nits
\nQu\u2019on allumait, pendant la peur de la temp\u00eate,
\nLes bons cierges se sont \u00e9teints et sont finis.<\/p>\n
Cela se perd, cela s\u2019en va, cela se disloque,
\nCela se plaint en moi, si monotonement,
\nEt cela semble un cri d\u2019oiseau, qui s\u2019effiloque,
\nQui s\u2019effiloque au vent d\u2019hiver, lointainement.<\/p>\n
Oh ces longues heures apr\u00e8s ces longues heures,
\nEt sans tr\u00eave, toujours, et sans savoir pourquoi ;
\nEt sans savoir pourquoi ces angoisses majeures ;
\nOh ces longues heures d\u2019heures \u00e0 travers moi !<\/p>\n
Une torture ? \u2014 Oh vous qui les savez si mornes
\nCes nuits mornes, et qui dansez, au vent du Nord,
\nRuts d\u2019ouragan, sur les marais et les viornes
\nEt les \u00e9tangs et les chemins et sur la mort ;<\/p>\n
Une torture en moi qui frappe et me lac\u00e8re ?
\nUne torture \u00e0 pleins \u00e9clairs, comme des faulx
\nEt des sabres, par \u00e0 travers de ma mis\u00e8re ;
\nUne torture, \u00e0 coups de clous et de marteaux ?<\/p>\n
L\u00e0-bas, ces grandes croix au carrefour des routes,
\nCes croix ! \u2014 Oh ! n\u2019y pouvoir saigner son c\u0153ur ; ces croix,
\nO\u00f9 s\u2019accrochent des cris d\u2019espace et de d\u00e9routes,
\nDes cris et des haillons de vent dans les grands bois.<\/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-15189","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-debacles","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n