Aux fleurs rouges qui pavoisent l\u2019espace
\nEt s\u2019exaltent, dans l\u2019or des jours,
\nComme un vent fou le torturant amour
\nS\u2019enlace.<\/p>\n
Oh le charme de sa douleur
\nEt les lances de sa douleur,
\nViolentes, au fond du c\u0153ur !<\/p>\n
Oh ! son ardeur, malgr\u00e9 sa vastitude,
\nEt son grand don de pl\u00e9nitude<\/p>\n
Et son d\u00e9sir immense de la vie
\nQui soudain clame et qui bondit
\nSi fort, au del\u00e0 de la mort !<\/p>\n
Je suis venu vers toi, de mon pays lointain,
\nAvec mon \u00e2me et mon destin,
\nPour te donner et te verser
\nTout ce que j\u2019ai sauv\u00e9 de mon pass\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Et je t\u2019aime d\u2019autant que je te fais du mal
\nEt que je souffre aussi, ma tant martyris\u00e9e,
\nPar tes regards et tes pens\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 nos c\u0153urs mutuels dont nous sommes la proie,
\nSont-ils pauvres et violents,
\nAvec leurs cris soudains et pantelants !<\/p>\n
On part, ailes dard\u00e9es,
\nLes v\u0153ux unis, mais les id\u00e9es
\nInaccord\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
On respire des fleurs d\u2019ardeur immense
\nDont le balancement, au vent fugace, encense
\nL\u2019orgueil des corps et leur d\u00e9mence.<\/p>\n
On se pille les chairs, abandonn\u00e9es
\nEn des nuits d\u2019or et d\u2019hym\u00e9n\u00e9es,
\nAvec des mains hallucin\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
On aborde de grandes plages,
\nO\u00f9 les poings fous des flux et des orages
\nCassent l\u2019aurore et ses mirages.<\/p>\n
On s\u2019esp\u00e8re : immortels ; on se crie : invincibles
\nEt l\u2019on fixe toujours plus loin la cible
\nDu but supr\u00eame et impossible.<\/p>\n
On boit sa soif ; on mord sa faim ;
\nOn s\u2019ext\u00e9nue, on se ranime, on se d\u00e9vore
\nEt l\u2019on se tue et l\u2019on se plaint
\nEt l\u2019on se hait \u2014 mais on s\u2019attire encore.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 tes beaux yeux si doux et si funestes,
\nTes yeux irresponsables de ma mort,
\nTes yeux si clairs et qui s\u2019attestent
\nCeux que darde, vers moi, le sort.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 leur br\u00fblante et malfaisante joie,
\nSous la froideur soudain p\u00e2le du front,<\/p>\n
Ou bien leur si grande mis\u00e8re
\nTels soirs, quand, \u00e0 genoux, nous demandons pardon
\nL\u2019un \u00e0 l\u2019autre, d\u2019\u00eatre sur terre.<\/p>\n
Pourtant, comme l\u2019amour nous fut triomphe et reconfort ;
\nComme nous nous sommes grandis quand m\u00eame,
\nSous l\u2019exaltant et douloureux bapt\u00e8me
\nDont son ardeur fut le flot d\u2019or.<\/p>\n
Comme notre \u00e2me et notre torse
\nSe sont hauss\u00e9s et d\u00e9ploy\u00e9s en force
\nPour absorber le merveilleux effroi
\nDes lacs d\u2019amour qu\u2019on sent s\u2019illimiter en soi.<\/p>\n
Comme notre \u00eatre a recr\u00e9\u00e9 sa conscience,
\nEn ces conflits d\u2019\u00e9mois de cris et de d\u00e9mences ;
\nEt comme il a, vers l\u2019ombre et vers la nuit, jet\u00e9
\nLe ramas noir des vieux pr\u00e9ceptes d\u00e9vast\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Et qu\u2019importe se perdre en des tortures
\nEt se tant d\u00e9chirer et s\u2019\u00e9treindre pourtant
\nEt raviver toujours l\u2019effrayante aventure,
\nSi c\u2019est, pour s\u2019\u00e9prouver plus fortement battant,
\nAu rythme haletant,
\nQui fait volter et fermenter le sang
\nPar \u00e0 travers l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 de la nature !<\/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":[691],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15255","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-482","poems-book-les-visages-de-la-vie","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n