Avec ses doux yeux bleus
\nP\u00e2lis
\nAux vastes feux des cieux,
\nLa fleur de lin regarde, en leurs m\u00e9andres,
\nCouler l\u2019Escaut ou s\u2019attarder la Lys.
\nLa fleur de lin est fleur de Flandre.<\/p>\n
On l\u2019aime au pays clair,
\nO\u00f9 les moulins tournent dans l\u2019air
\nAinsi que des \u00e9toiles ;
\nO\u00f9 les bateaux larges et bas
\nPassent, avec leurs m\u00e2ts,
\nAil\u00e9s de voiles.<\/p>\n
Au temps des froments lourds et des seigles fluets,
\nElle voisine avec la mauve et le bluet,
\nDans les plaines immens\u00e9ment dor\u00e9es ;
\nElle sourit, au long des clos et des or\u00e9es
\nEt des jardins et des moissons ;
\nElle est la fleur des tranquilles maisons
\nQui jalonnent les routes infinies ;
\nOn la peint quelquefois sur les planches vernies
\nDes chapelles, au coin des bois ;
\nSi ses l\u00e8vres de fleur avaient la voix,
\nElles diraient, aux vents qui traversent les landes,
\nUn peu de la douceur et de la paix flamandes.<\/p>\n
Probes m\u00e9nag\u00e8res \u00e0 bonnet blanc,
\nFemmes vieilles dont le menton tremblant
\nRaconte un tas d\u2019histoires
\nDu Purgatoire,
\nVieux m\u00e9tayers, dont les regards sont pleins
\nEt de r\u00eaves d\u00e9funts et de douleurs pass\u00e9es,
\nVous aimez tous la fleur de lin.<\/p>\n
Et vous partez la voir pousser, vivante et franche,
\nChaque dimanche,
\nL\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, quand vous allez aux champs
\nEt que vous discutez, calmes et sages,
\nSur le temps sec que vous pr\u00e9sage
\nLe fulgurant visage
\nDu grand soleil couchant.<\/p>\n
L\u2019heure arrive des faux, l\u2019heure arrive des proies ;
\nJuillet torride, en ses brassins de flamme, noie
\nLe sol, le bois, le ciel et les gu\u00e9rets d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9.
\nMais la na\u00efve fleur est morte et s\u2019est fondue,
\nAvant ces temps de brutale avidit\u00e9,
\nMinuscule veilleuse au c\u0153ur de l\u2019\u00e9tendue.<\/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-15398","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-278","poems-book-les-plaines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n