Tel soir de l\u2019autre mois
\nMa tante \u2014 oh les craintes que trahissait sa voix ! \u2014
\nM\u2019avait, en son grand lit, blotti,
\nEt depuis lors, l\u2019\u00e2me engourdie,
\nLes jours, les nuits, j\u2019avais senti,
\nSur mes yeux clos et sur mon front, passer
\nTous les moites et blancs baisers
\nDes maladies.
\nEt le docteur dont j\u2019avais peur
\n\u00c9tait venu et revenu,
\nAvec son b\u00e2ton noir et ses lunettes d\u2019or,
\nDire des mots myst\u00e9rieux
\nEt les redire encor ;
\nEt j\u2019avais vu ses mains, son front, ses yeux
\nErrer, autour de ma torpeur.<\/p>\n
Et puis j\u2019avais langui
\nDes jours, des jours et des semaines ;
\nOn avait fait des v\u0153ux ardents et des neuvaines
\nEt m\u00eame le cur\u00e9 avait pri\u00e9 pour moi.
\n\u00c7\u2019avait \u00e9t\u00e9 des temps d\u2019inoubliable \u00e9moi,
\nJusques \u00e0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 l\u2019on sentit venir,
\nPar les chemins des renaissants d\u00e9sirs,
\nS\u2019asseoir enfin, avec douceur et complaisance,
\nPr\u00e8s de mon lit
\nTout \u00e0 coup clair et embelli,
\nLa p\u00e2le mais d\u00e9j\u00e0 rose convalescence.<\/p>\n
Oh ! les bons jours que je v\u00e9cus alors !
\nMa chambre \u00e9tait joyeuse et sa ti\u00e9deur l\u00e9g\u00e8re,
\nEt mon ami J\u00e9sus, avec son manteau d\u2019or,
\nM\u2019y souriait, du haut de l\u2019\u00e9tag\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
Les blancs apr\u00e8s-midi d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,
\n\u00c0 travers les rideaux, y tamisaient leur violence ;
\nL\u2019horloge s\u2019y taisait, son pendule arr\u00eat\u00e9 ;
\nUn vol de mouche y bourdonnait dans le silence.<\/p>\n
Mon oreille \u00e9coutait les fers tumultueux
\nDu forgeron, chanter dans le village ;
\nLes foins passer, pesants et montueux,
\nLes fouets claquer autour des attelages ;<\/p>\n
Et les jeudis, venant de loin, de loin,
\nLe cri du vieux marchand de sable,
\nSon pas boiteux quand il tournait mon coin,
\nSa voix cass\u00e9e et son refrain intarissable ;<\/p>\n
Et les cloches \u00e0 l\u2019aube et les messes servies
\nPar des enfants de ch\u0153ur, devant l\u2019ostensoir d\u2019or,
\nSi bien que j\u2019entendais toute la vie
\nVenir \u00e0 moi, avant de la revivre encor.
\nEt j\u2019\u00e9tais doux et patient toujours
\nNe boudant plus les m\u00e9dicaments fades ;
\nJe me sentais content et pendant de longs jours
\nJe fus vraiment heureux d\u2019\u00eatre encore malade.<\/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":[712],"poems-book":[694],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15314","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-712","poems-book-les-tendresses-premieres","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n