\u00d4 ces heures, que ne peuvent-elles rena\u00eetre !
\n\u2014 \u00c9t\u00e9 vivant, aube lustrale et frais r\u00e9veil \u2014
\nTout le village, avec ses bruits et son soleil,
\nSemblait, volets ouverts, entrer par la fen\u00eatre.<\/p>\n
De gros rouliers s\u2019interpellaient et se h\u00e2taient ;
\nLes femmes du march\u00e9 dressaient leurs \u00e9ventaires ;
\nLa grille en fer rouill\u00e9 grin\u00e7ait au presbyt\u00e8re
\nEt la premi\u00e8re messe, au clocher d\u2019or, tintait.
\nEt l\u2019on partait, les pieds dans l\u2019herbe et la ros\u00e9e,
\nAvec le seul d\u00e9sir d\u2019aller, parmi les champs,
\nToujours plus loin, vers n\u2019importe o\u00f9, d\u00fbt le couchant
\nD\u00e9ployer tout \u00e0 coup ses t\u00e9n\u00e8bres bronz\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Les murs, les clos, les toits rouges, m\u00eame la tour
\nDisparaissaient bient\u00f4t, perdus dans l\u2019\u00e9tendue.
\nOn arrachait des fleurs aux branchages pendues
\nEt l\u2019on marchait, criant et chantant tour \u00e0 tour.<\/p>\n
On traversait les gu\u00e9s, on s\u2019arr\u00eatait aux mares,
\nOn d\u00e9vastait le bois \u2014 et vers le ciel, l\u00e0-haut,
\nLe plus hardi grimpait, d\u00e9nicher des oiseaux
\nQui trouaient l\u2019air serein, de stridents tintamarres.<\/p>\n
On avait peur, et n\u00e9anmoins on s\u2019exaltait,
\nCaress\u00e9s par le vent et dor\u00e9s par l\u2019aurore,
\nLes plus simples tremblaient d\u2019aller plus loin encore,
\nMais les plus fous vers n\u2019importe o\u00f9, les escortaient.<\/p>\n
On \u00e9tait clair ; on ignorait toute fatigue,
\nHeureux de balancer son corps et ses deux bras,
\nAu rythme libre et fort et sonnant de son pas,
\n\u00c0 travers la nature innombrable et prodigue.
\nL\u2019air \u00e9tait vif ; l\u2019espace \u00e9tait vibrant et sain ;
\nSans la comprendre, on assaillait d\u00e9j\u00e0 la vie,
\nPar la belle aventure ardemment poursuivie ;
\nEt des rameaux d\u2019espoir frissonnaient dans nos mains !<\/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-15321","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-712","poems-book-les-tendresses-premieres","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n