Voici le dernier mois vermeil :
\nLunes rouges, pourpres soleils.<\/p>\n
Et bellement, le long des haies,
\nComme des clous, pointent les baies ;
\nEt brusquement c\u2019est le coq clair,
\nQui d\u00e9chire d\u2019un spasme et d\u2019un \u00e9clair
\nEt d\u2019un grand cri de violence
\nLe mol silence
\nDont les voiles pendent et s\u2019affaissent dans l\u2019air.<\/p>\n
Et c\u2019est le temps aussi o\u00f9 les servantes,
\nLe soir, en des vergers assombris d\u2019or,
\nOffrent aux valets lourds l\u2019aubaine ardente
\nEt la kermesse de leur corps.
\nL\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, ils s\u2019assaillaient parmi les champs superbes,
\nL\u00e0-bas, au coin des bois, ici, au pied des gerbes ;
\nMais aujourd\u2019hui l\u2019amour se m\u00e9lange \u00e0 la peur ;
\nLa ferme est l\u00e0 qui inqui\u00e8te et des lueurs
\nBougent et regardent, de loin, dans les villages ;
\nAussi, bien qu\u2019on se pille et se saccage,
\nRien ne s\u2019entend du triomphal combat ;
\nLes dents mordent les crins, les pieds mordent la terre,
\nComme un flux de bonheur s\u2019\u00e9pand en chaque art\u00e8re,
\nOn s\u2019\u00e9crase le spasme \u00e0 coups de baisers gras !
\nOh ! cet \u00e9touffement et ces luttes muettes,
\nEt ces amours d\u2019autant plus fous, d\u2019autant plus forts,
\nQue leur ardeur est plus ferm\u00e9e et plus secr\u00e8te,
\nAu fond des vergers noirs et des herbages d\u2019or.
\nL\u2019air est complice et doux ; des brumes flottent ;
\nLe vent se bombe et s\u2019apaise comme un d\u00e9sir,
\nPour se gonfler encor et puis mourir ;
\nUnique, un cri s\u2019entend, de pie ou de hulotte.<\/p>\n
Lunes rouges, pourpres soleils,
\nOh ! ces heures du dernier mois vermeil.<\/p>\n
Et la f\u00eate ne s\u2019alentit et ne s\u2019ach\u00e8ve
\nQu\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 le matin se l\u00e8ve
\nEt s\u2019essore des langes clairs de l\u2019aube ;
\nLa plaine alors, \u00e9tincelante d\u2019or,
\nBrille, de toutes les fleurs de sa robe :
\nLes bois, les toits, les eaux
\nSemblent de la clart\u00e9 mise en faisceaux.
\nEt lentement, filles et gars reviennent
\n\u00c0 leurs besognes quotidiennes ;
\nLes uns m\u00e8nent vers les labours
\nLe pas massif des chevaux lourds ;
\nEt les autres, la chair encor en f\u00eate,
\nPartent traire et soigner leurs b\u00eates
\nEt grapillent et caressent, longtemps
\nEncor, les pis que leur tendent les flancs
\nFermes et chauds du b\u00e9tail blanc.<\/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-15531","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-278","poems-book-les-plaines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n