Deux vieux marins des mers du Nord
\nS\u2019en revenaient, un soir d\u2019automne,
\nDe la Sicile et de ses \u00eeles mensong\u00e8res,
\nAvec un peuple de Sir\u00e8nes,
\n\u00c0 bord.<\/p>\n
Aigus d\u2019orgueil, ils regagnaient leur fiord,
\nParmi les brumes mensong\u00e8res,
\nAigus d\u2019orgueil ils regagnaient le Nord
\nSous un vent morne et monotone,
\nUn soir de tristesse et d\u2019automne.<\/p>\n
De la rive, les gens du port
\nLes regardaient, sans faire un signe :
\nAux cordages, le long des m\u00e2ts,
\nLes Sir\u00e8nes, couvertes d\u2019or,
\nTordaient, comme des vignes,
\nLes lignes
\nSinueuses de leurs corps.<\/p>\n
Les gens se regardaient, ne sachant pas
\nCe qui venait de l\u2019oc\u00e9an, l\u00e0-bas,
\nMalgr\u00e9 les brumes,
\nLe navire semblait comme un panier d\u2019argent
\nRempli de chair, de fruits et d\u2019or bougeant
\nQui s\u2019avan\u00e7ait, port\u00e9 sur des ailes d\u2019\u00e9cume.<\/p>\n
Les Sir\u00e8nes chantaient,
\nDans les cordages du navire ;
\nLes bras tendus en lyres
\nLes seins lev\u00e9s comme des feux ;
\nLes Sir\u00e8nes chantaient
\nDevant le soir houleux,
\nQui fauchait sur la mer les lumi\u00e8res diurnes ;
\nLes Sir\u00e8nes chantaient,
\nLe corps crisp\u00e9 autour des m\u00e2ts,
\nMais les hommes du port, frustes et taciturnes,
\nNe les entendaient pas.<\/p>\n
Ils ne reconnurent ni leurs amis
\n\u2014 Les deux marins \u2014 ni le navire de leur pays,
\nNi les focs, ni les voiles
\nDont ils avaient cousu la toile,
\nIls ne comprirent rien \u00e0 ce grand songe
\nQui enchantait la mer de ses voyages,
\nPuisqu\u2019il n\u2019\u00e9tait pas le m\u00eame mensonge
\nQu\u2019on enseignait, dans leur village ;
\nEt le navire aupr\u00e8s du bord
\nPassa, les all\u00e9chant vers sa merveille,
\nSans que personne, entre les treilles,
\nNe recueill\u00eet les fruits de chair et d\u2019or.<\/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":[336,379],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15240","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-482","poems-book-les-vignes-de-ma-muraille","poemes-theme-automne","poemes-theme-mer","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n