Au long du port moir\u00e9 de soir,
\nS\u00e8chent des cargaisons de fleurs fan\u00e9es.
\nQuelques barques vermillonn\u00e9es
\nY sillonnent le flot couleur d\u2019or noir.<\/p>\n
Chaque matin, vers l\u2019autre rive
\nO\u00f9 des miroirs de soleil bougent,
\nDansent au vent, leurs agr\u00e8s rouges
\nEt leur allure exaltative.<\/p>\n
On les dirait : fra\u00eeches maisons,
\nPortes et fen\u00eatres ouvertes,
\nS\u2019en allant, par les vagues vertes,
\nFaire un voyage aux horizons.<\/p>\n
En quel pays ? On sait \u00e0 peine.
\n\u00c0 les suivre, l\u2019\u0153il s\u2019\u00e9blouit.
\nNul ne conna\u00eet l\u2019ardent r\u00e9cit
\nDe leur vaillance ou de leur peine.<\/p>\n
Leur joie est en soleil \u2014 et va !
\nLe temps est court, la clart\u00e9 br\u00e8ve,
\nEt l\u00e0-bas sont les fleurs de r\u00eave
\nO\u00f9 tout d\u00e9sir s\u2019objectiva.<\/p>\n
\u00c0 chaque heure de la journ\u00e9e,
\nL\u00e0-bas, au loin, qui ne voudrait
\nCapter les chim\u00e8res aux rets
\nEt susciter sa destin\u00e9e ?<\/p>\n
On y cultive son attrait,
\nOn y cueille, la main ravie,
\n\u00ab L\u2019illusion qui fait la vie \u00bb
\nEt le bouquet de son souhait.<\/p>\n
On moissonne \u00ab l\u2019espoir supr\u00eame \u00bb
\nMais quand, vers le d\u00e9clin du jour,
\nOn embarque pour le retour,
\nLa moisson faite est d\u00e9j\u00e0 bl\u00eame.<\/p>\n
Et dans le port moir\u00e9 de soir,
\nVoici par tas les fleurs fan\u00e9es ;
\nEt les barques vermillonn\u00e9es
\nS\u2019ancrent dans l\u2019eau, couleur d\u2019or 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":[482],"poems-book":[690],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15237","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-482","poems-book-les-vignes-de-ma-muraille","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n