Je m\u2019habille des loques de mes jours ;
\nEt le b\u00e2ton de mon orgueil, il plie.
\nMes pieds, dites, comme ils sont lourds
\nDe me porter, de me tra\u00eener, toujours,
\nAu long du si\u00e8cle de ma vie.
\nMon \u00e2me est un carillon noir
\nQui sonne au loin, sur un rempart,
\nQui sonne \u00e0 vide ;
\nMes bras sont vains
\nToute ma t\u00eate est vaine
\nEt mon \u0153uvre folle ou sereine
\nA chu, dans le foss\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Oh si la mort pouvait venir !<\/p>\n
Mettez des croix, au long des routes,
\nMettez des croix, sur le rempart,
\nN\u2019importe o\u00f9, mettez des croix, puisque toutes
\nDiront le sort d\u2019un espoir mort.
\nMon pays las, que domine ma ville,
\nAvec un fleuve au loin dans le brouillard,
\nIl est, l\u00e0-bas, sous ma tristesse, \u00e9pars,
\nAvec ses lacs, en flaques d\u2019huile,
\nMonotones, dans le soir noir.<\/p>\n
Oh si la mort pouvait venir !<\/p>\n
Mes yeux semblent les eaux d\u2019un marais noir
\nQui refl\u00e8tent toute ma plaine,
\nLes murs, les tours \u00e0 bas, le carillon, le soir,
\nToute la plaine de ma haine,
\nMes yeux, ils sont implorateurs
\nD\u2019un extr\u00eame coin d\u2019or encor,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019horizon des orages buccinateurs,
\nQuand, tout \u00e0 coup, le carillon a beau sonner,
\nSon battant noir a beau tanner,
\nJe n\u2019entends plus ses glas perclus,
\nJe n\u2019entends plus, je n\u2019entends plus
\nRien que l\u00e0-bas, des voix, soudain, me pardonner\u2026<\/p>\n
Dites ? Dites ? Serait-ce elle qui veut venir,
\nVers l\u2019agonie en feu de mon d\u00e9sir,
\nNon pas la mort, mais elle
\nLa tr\u00e9pass\u00e9e et la sainte que je r\u00eave \u00e9ternelle ?<\/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":[258],"poems-book":[689],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15229","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-258","poems-book-les-apparus-dans-mes-chemins","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n