Mon corps,
\nIl fut tremp\u00e9 dans le limon et l\u2019eau ;
\nMon corps,
\nIl fut tann\u00e9 aux vents d\u2019Escaut !<\/p>\n
Bonnes heures chaudes et ardemment m\u00fbries,
\nQuand on partait en troupe, au loin, par les prairies,
\nChercher la crique et l\u2019abri s\u00fbr,
\nO\u00f9 les herbes hautes, comme un mur,
\nNous isolaient des yeux allum\u00e9s sur les routes.
\nLe bain \u00e9tait chauff\u00e9 par l\u2019ample \u00e9t\u00e9 vermeil
\nEt la clart\u00e9 y filtrait toute,
\nSi bien que l\u2019eau semblait un morceau de soleil
\nTomb\u00e9 du ciel et enfonc\u00e9 dans les verdures ;
\nDe la mousse bronz\u00e9e et de p\u00e2les roseaux
\nL\u2019entouraient d\u2019une large et vivante bordure,
\nTandis que fins et verts et tels que des ciseaux,
\nMille insectes en sillonnaient, avec leurs pattes.
\nLa surface immobile et la lumi\u00e8re plate.<\/p>\n
Un plongeon clair !
\nEt tout \u00e0 coup, comme un grand cri dans l\u2019air,
\nLe corps s\u2019enfon\u00e7ait droit dans la mare \u00e9clatante.
\nIl s\u2019y dardait comme un faisceau ;
\nEt des bulles rondes et miroitantes
\nBrillaient, autour de lui, jusques au fond de l\u2019eau.
\nIl \u00e9mergeait rapide et souple ;
\nUn flot tumultueux ourlait d\u2019\u00e9cume et d\u2019or
\nSubitement les bords ;
\nEt les autres nageurs, main dans la main, par couples,
\nAu loin, l\u00e0-bas, partaient rejoindre le plongeur.<\/p>\n
Et d\u2019autres fois, c\u2019\u00e9tait une m\u00eal\u00e9e
\nDe gestes fous, de sauts brusques, de cris rageurs,
\nDe jambes et de bras battant l\u2019eau viol\u00e9e :
\nOn e\u00fbt dit un assaut
\nVers un amas de fleurs et de joyaux
\nEt de jets violents qu\u2019emperlait la lumi\u00e8re.
\nOn \u00e9tait frais et fort de sa sant\u00e9 premi\u00e8re ;
\nOn ignorait sa chair,
\nEt les baisers du vent et les souffles de l\u2019air
\nEt la caresse unanime des choses
\nNe provoquaient qu\u2019un grand rire \u00e9tonn\u00e9
\nSur les l\u00e8vres d\u00e9closes.<\/p>\n
Tels nos jeux s\u2019exaltaient, libres et spontan\u00e9s.
\nOn ne songeait \u00e0 rien, sinon au flux de joie
\nQui saisissait nos corps, comme des proies,
\nEt les marquait, superbement,
\nPour la vie ample et violente.
\nAu fond du soir, rouge comme un tourment,
\nUne \u00e0 une tombaient les heures nonchalantes
\nEt l\u2019on s\u00e9chait son corps dor\u00e9
\nAux flancs feutr\u00e9s
\nDes digues et des pr\u00e9s,
\nJusques aux heures coutumi\u00e8res
\nO\u00f9 le soleil \u00e9tend,
\nSous les noyers au feuillage chantant,
\nSes tabliers de longue et dormante lumi\u00e8re.<\/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-15322","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-712","poems-book-les-tendresses-premieres","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n