Il neige blanc sur l\u2019Escaut jaune.
\nTout est d\u00e9teint, brouill\u00e9, fondu ;
\nEt par les bois et les chemins perdus
\nLes mendiants n\u2019arrivent plus
\nChercher l\u2019aum\u00f4ne.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e2pre et mordant hiver enserre les hameaux ;
\nLes vieux autour des feux se racontent leurs maux,
\n\u00c0 gestes lents et p\u00e9remptoires ;
\nOn jette un charbon rare au ventre du fourneau,
\nTandis que les enfants font claquer leurs sabots
\nViolemment, aux carrefours, sur les glissoires.<\/p>\n
Et le mur est humide, et le sable est mouill\u00e9
\nQui festonne les pieds de l\u2019armoire en noyer,
\nO\u00f9 le pain dort non loin du beurre ;
\nEt le jardin pr\u00e9cis de houx et de palmiers,
\nQu\u2019inscrivit sur la vitre un givre r\u00e9gulier,
\nDans son ch\u00e2ssis de bois se dissout d\u2019heure en heure.<\/p>\n
La tour d\u2019\u00e9glise, au c\u0153ur du bourg, ne se voit pas,
\nSi drus sont les flocons qui s\u2019\u00e9gr\u00e8nent par tas.
\nTuiles rouges et verniss\u00e9es,
\nEt vous, pignons, vous vous cachez sous les frimas ;
\n\u00c0 peine un aboiement s\u2019entend, torpide et las,
\nL\u00e0 bas, o\u00f9 le chien veille en sa niche glac\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Dans sa cage d\u2019osier, l\u2019oiseau boude et se tait ;
\nPr\u00e8s des fournils d\u00e9serts grincent, dans l\u2019air muet,
\nLes verrous durs d\u2019une poterne ;
\nEt pour l\u2019instant du soir o\u00f9 la traite se fait,
\nParmi les bidons gras et les luisants baquets,
\nLa servante \u00e9pand l\u2019huile en de creuses lanternes.<\/p>\n
Et la nuit tombe et se ferment les lourds volets ;
\nEt le docteur, tapi dans son cabriolet,
\nRevient, au petit trot, du fond de la bruy\u00e8re.
\nEt l\u2019on parle du mort lointain
\nQu\u2019il faudra bien conduire en terre,
\nDemain,
\nDieu sait par quels chemins
\nMornes et vides,
\nDans la fange compacte et la neige livide.<\/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":[278],"poems-book":[696],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15365","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-278","poems-book-les-plaines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n