En ces heures de vice et de crime rigides,
\nSe r\u00eave un meurtre ardent, que la nuit grandirait
\nDe son orgueil \u2014 plafond d\u2019\u00e9b\u00e8ne et clous algides \u2014
\nEt de la toute horreur de sa noire for\u00eat,
\nL\u00e0-bas, quand, parmi les ombres qui se menacent,
\nAu clair acier des eaux, un glaive d\u2019or surgit
\nVers les rages qui vont et les haines qui passent.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Et pieds myst\u00e9rieux, pieds de marbre, sans bruit,
\nL\u00e0, quelque part, aux carrefours, en des t\u00e9n\u00e8bres \u2014<\/p>\n
Un silence total ferme la plaine, au loin :
\nLe ciel indiff\u00e9rent voile ses clairs alg\u00e8bres,
\nEt rien, pas m\u00eame Dieu, ne semble \u00eatre t\u00e9moin.
\nTous les m\u00eames, luisants de lierre et tous les m\u00eames
\nD\u2019\u00e9corce et de rameaux, comme un effarement,
\nSur double rang, l\u00e0-bas, jusqu\u2019aux horizons bl\u00eames,
\nMuets et seuls, des arbres vont, infiniment.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Un grand \u00e9clair nerveux, au bout d\u2019un poing logique,
\nEt puis un r\u00e2le, \u00e0 peine ou\u00ef par les taillis \u2014<\/p>\n
Et de la gorge ouverte et tordue et tragique,
\nUn sang superbe et rouge, en l\u00e9gers gargouillis,
\nCoule, comme un ruisseau de corail parmi l\u2019herbe
\nEt, du torse trou\u00e9, s\u2019\u00e9pand sur le sol noir.
\nLa voix assassin\u00e9e \u00e9clate en bouche acerbe
\nEt les regards derniers fixent comme un espoir
\nQuelque chose, l\u00e0-bas, qui serait la justice.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Soudain, voici la peur de ce cadavre froid
\nEt la peur de la peur cr\u00e9dule et subreptice \u2014<\/p>\n
Et vivement, avec des pleurs et de l\u2019effroi,
\nAvec des mains repentantes et caressantes
\nPour apaiser ce mort soudain et qui sera
\nLe fant\u00f4me des nuits lourdes et malfaisantes,
\nLe fant\u00f4me ! \u2014 quel est celui qui s\u2019en viendra
\nBaisser, sur ces grands yeux, les paupi\u00e8res tombales
\nEt clore ces l\u00e8vres, silencieusement.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Et les remords choquent les fers de leurs cymbales
\nEt le voici qui peut tomber le ch\u00e2timent \u2014<\/p>\n
Alors, ouvre ton \u00e2me et d\u00e9guste l\u2019angoisse
\nEt le myst\u00e8re \u00e9clos, aux caves de ton c\u0153ur :
\nUn flambeau qu\u2019on d\u00e9place, une \u00e9toffe qu\u2019on froisse,
\nUn trou qui te regarde, un craquement moqueur,
\nQuelqu\u2019un qui passe et qui revient et qui repasse
\nTe feront tressaillir de frissons instinctifs
\nEt tu te v\u00eatiras d\u2019une in\u00e9dite audace ;
\nD\u2019autres sens te na\u00eetront, subtils et maladifs,
\nIls renouvelleront ton \u00eatre, us\u00e9 de rages,
\nEt tu seras celui qui fut sanglant un peu,
\nQui bondit hors de soi et creva les mirages
\nEt, biffant une vie, a fait \u0153uvre de Dieu !<\/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-15190","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-debacles","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n