Habille-toi de lin, V\u00e9nus, voici le Christ.
\nDeviens la Madeleine, et laisse en toi descendre,
\nM\u00e9lancoliquement, sa gr\u00e2ce et son esprit.
\nHumble, ternis tes pieds dans de la cendre ;
\nEt que tes larges seins immortellement d\u2019or
\nEt que tes yeux, miroirs de soleil et de f\u00eate,
\nTes yeux, malgr\u00e9 mille ans d\u2019amour, ardents encor,
\nMeurent sous les cheveux qui pleurent de ta t\u00eate.
\nLa terre ext\u00e9nu\u00e9e a bu le sang des soirs
\nEt la d\u00e9tresse crie, aux quatre coins du monde,
\nVers le calvaire et vers sa croix de gestes noirs.<\/p>\n
Habille-toi de lin et de bont\u00e9 profonde.
\nVoici venir le Dieu de la douceur unique,
\nVoici sa face et le voile que V\u00e9ronique
\nT\u2019apporte avec les clous, le suaire et la lance.<\/p>\n
Voici l\u2019heure nouvelle et dou\u00e9e du silence :
\nPour la premi\u00e8re fois, avec ferveur,
\nL\u2019homme s\u2019en vient baiser les yeux de sa douleur !
\nV\u00e9nus, voici le sang, voici la lie,
\nDans le calice ardent des chr\u00e9tiennes folies ;
\nVoici le c\u0153ur torride et blanc du bien-aim\u00e9 :
\nBuissons de feu ! brasiers d\u2019extase !
\nP\u00e2les ciboires d\u2019or o\u00f9 se transvase,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019infini, l\u2019amour immense et affam\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Br\u00fblures d\u2019\u00e2me, au fond de la chair folle !
\nL\u2019\u00eatre total, ravag\u00e9 en aimant,
\nSans n\u00e9anmoins savoir comment
\nTrouver, pour se donner, la supr\u00eame parole !<\/p>\n
Sourires clairs en des larmes heureuses !
\nBonnes douleurs et tendresses peureuses !
\nBalbutiements familiers et pieux !
\nEt tout \u00e0 coup, ce don de proph\u00e9tie
\nQuand l\u2019\u00e2me, en un moment, se change en dieu,
\nComme l\u2019hostie !<\/p>\n
Habille-toi de lin, V\u00e9nus, voici le Christ.
\nVoici ses longues mains imp\u00e9ratives
\nVoici les crins, les clous, les pierres,
\nPour y meurtrir et y rouler ta chair ;
\nVoici l\u2019ivresse et la souffrance alternatives,
\nVoici les couvents blancs et leurs linceuls de murs
\nImmens\u00e9ment dress\u00e9s par la mort allouvie,
\nAutour des cris et des d\u00e9sirs qui sont la vie ;
\nVoici la mort muette en des supplices s\u00fbrs,
\nLa nuit, sous l\u2019effroi roux d\u2019une lune qui hait ;
\nV\u00e9nus ! voici ton corps et ses bouches de plaies
\nQui s\u2019affolent et s\u2019assoiffent de tout l\u2019amour !<\/p>\n
Habille-toi de lin, et tra\u00eene jusqu\u2019au bout,
\nTa sublime douleur d\u2019aimer, \u00e0 travers tout ;
\nBien que d\u00e9j\u00e0 naisse le jour
\nEt que l\u2019\u00e9toile soit \u00e9teinte
\nQui s\u2019arr\u00eata jadis sur Bethl\u00e9em, la Sainte.<\/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":[457],"poems-book":[693],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15278","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-les-forces-tumultueuses","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n