D\u00e9j\u00e0 la grange est tout en feu :
\nTourbillons noirs, flammes brandies ;
\nLe toit se fend par le milieu ;
\nLes souris crient dans l\u2019incendie.<\/p>\n
On se h\u00e8le de bouge en bouge ;
\nDes malades sortent du lit,
\nCollant leurs fronts creux et p\u00e2lis
\nAux fen\u00eatres tout \u00e0 coup rouges.<\/p>\n
Les toits voisins brident en rond.
\nAvec des sacs voilant leur t\u00eate,
\n\u00c0 coups de trique et de jurons,
\nOn sort des \u00e9tables les b\u00eates.<\/p>\n
On court au loin qu\u00e9rir de l\u2019eau ;
\nOn se bouscule sur les routes ;
\nEt l\u2019eau s\u2019\u00e9coule et s\u2019enfuit toute,
\nQuand on revient avec les seaux.<\/p>\n
Alors,
\nAu vent qui tord, au vent qui mord,
\nLe feu libre et vainqueur se gonfle et ronfle \u00e0 l\u2019aise :
\nDes tabliers g\u00e9ants de poussi\u00e8re enflamm\u00e9e
\nSont secou\u00e9s dans l\u2019air et projettent au loin,
\nDans chaque angle et chaque coin,
\nDes fleurs de braise.
\nLe foyer se soulage en torrents de fum\u00e9e.
\nL\u2019aile rapide et le cou droit,
\nDe tous c\u00f4t\u00e9s les pigeons fuient ;
\nAutour des nids de leurs petits
\nGrincent, avec des cris d\u2019effroi,
\nLes pies ;
\nAu fond de leurs paccages gras,
\nLes b\u0153ufs tassent leur peur et se reculent ;
\nDebout, sur les meules, l\u00e0-bas,
\nDes hommes rouges gesticulent ;
\nEt les lueurs et les \u00e9clats et les reflets,
\nQui dans le soir tombant sur les plaines,
\nvoyagent,
\nIlluminent le sombre et violent visage
\nDe la tragique et lointaine for\u00eat.<\/p>\n
De la ferme tu\u00e9e et de la grange morte,
\nAvec ses bl\u00e9s, ses avoines, ses seigles roux,
\nAvec ses foins serr\u00e9s en tas contre les portes,
\nPlus rien, quand vient la nuit, ne demeure debout.<\/p>\n
Dans le fournil, la poutre \u00e9norme et transversale,
\nTel un \u00e9pieu noirci perce encor le pignon ;
\nEt la vierge Marie, au sceptre de laiton,
\nSeule demeure intacte au fond de la grand\u2019salle.<\/p>\n
Meubles sauv\u00e9s : bahuts, tables, chaises, fauteuils,
\nSont \u00e9chou\u00e9s, lamentables, au long des seuils ;
\nEt pr\u00e8s des hauts fumiers de la cour encombr\u00e9e
\nSe carre un lit dont la paillasse est \u00e9ventr\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Or, sur le coffre assis, le coffre aux clairs deniers,
\nLa fermi\u00e8re, ses trois filles et le fermier,
\nDevant l\u2019\u00e9tonnement des sournoises voisines,
\nSe lamentent \u00e0 grands gestes sur leur ruine.<\/p>\n
Tandis qu\u2019au bord du puits, pr\u00e8s du chenil, l\u2019a\u00efeul,
\nQui alluma, sans en rien dire, \u00e0 lui tout seul,
\nLa grange et les moissons largement assur\u00e9es,
\nSerre de ses deux mains maigres ses deux genoux
\nEt tire avec grand soin de ses rouges yeux fous
\nUne douleur abondamment d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9e.<\/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-15536","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-278","poems-book-les-plaines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n