Sur l\u2019arri\u00e8re de son bateau,
\nLe batelier prom\u00e8ne
\nSa maison naine
\nPar les canaux.<\/p>\n
Elle est joyeuse, et nette, et lisse,
\nEt glisse
\nTranquillement sur le chemin des eaux.
\nCloisons rouges et porte verte,
\nEt frais et blancs rideaux
\nAux fen\u00eatres ouvertes.<\/p>\n
Et, sur le pont, une cage d\u2019oiseau
\nEt deux baquets et un tonneau ;
\nEt le roquet qui vers les gens aboie,
\nEt dont l\u2019\u00e9cho renvoie
\nLa col\u00e8re vaine vers le bateau.<\/p>\n
Le batelier prom\u00e8ne
\nSa maison naine
\nSur les canaux
\nQui font le tour de la Hollande,
\nEt de la Flandre et du Brabant.<\/p>\n
Il a touch\u00e9 Dordrecht, Anvers et Gand,
\nIl a pass\u00e9 par Lierre et par Malines,
\nEt le voici qui s\u2019en revient des landes
\nViolettes de la Campine.<\/p>\n
Il transporte des cargaisons,
\nPar tas plus hauts que sa maison :
\nSacs de pommes vertes et blondes,
\nF\u00e8ves et pois, choux et raiforts,
\nEt quelquefois des seigles d\u2019or
\nQui arrivent du bout du monde.<\/p>\n
Il sait par c\u0153ur tous les pays
\nQue traversent l\u2019Escaut, la Lys,
\nLa Dyle et les Deux N\u00e8thes ;
\nIl fredonne les petits airs de f\u00eate
\nEt les tatillonnes chansons
\nQu\u2019entrechoquent, en un tic-tac de sons,
\nLes carillons.<\/p>\n
Quai du Miroir, quai du Refuge,
\n\u00c0 Bruges ;
\nQuai des Bouchers et quai des Tisserands,
\n\u00c0 Gand ;
\nQuai du Rempart de la Byloque,
\nQuai aux Sabots et quai aux Loques,
\nQuai des Carmes et quai des R\u00e9collets,
\nIl vous conna\u00eet.<\/p>\n
Et Mons, Tournay, Cond\u00e9 et Valenciennes
\nL\u2019ont vu passer, en se courbant le front,
\nSous les arches anciennes
\nDe leurs grands ponts ;
\nEt la Durme, \u00e0 Tilrode, et la Dendre, \u00e0 Termonde,
\nL\u2019ont vu, la voile au clair, faire sa ronde
\nDe l\u2019un \u00e0 l\u2019autre bout des horizons.<\/p>\n
Oh ! la mobilit\u00e9 des paysages,
\nQui tous refl\u00e8tent leurs visages
\nAutour de son chaland !
\nLa pipe aux dents,
\nD\u2019un coup de reins massif et lent,
\nIl man\u0153uvre son gouvernail oblique ;
\nIl s\u2019imbibe de pluie, il s\u2019imbibe de vent,
\nEt son bateau somnambulique
\nS\u2019en va, le jour, la nuit,
\nO\u00f9 son silence le conduit.<\/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":[561],"poems-book":[695],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15330","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-561","poems-book-les-villes-a-pignons","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n