Lorsque la pourpre et l\u2019or, d\u2019arbre en arbre, festonnent
\nLes feuillages lass\u00e9s de soleil irritant,
\nSous la futaie, au ras du sol, rampe et s\u2019\u00e9tend
\nLe lierre humide et bleu, dans les combes d\u2019automne.<\/p>\n
Il s\u2019y tasse comme une \u00e9pargne ; il se recueille
\nAu c\u0153ur de la for\u00eat comme en un terrain clos,
\nLaissant le froid givrer ses ondoyants \u00eelots
\nDiss\u00e9min\u00e9s au loin sur une mer de feuilles.<\/p>\n
Pour le passant distrait, il boude et il d\u00e9cline
\nLe r\u00e9gulier effort des \u0153uvres et des jours ;
\nPourtant, seul sous la terre, il allonge toujours
\nLe tortueux r\u00e9seau de ses courbes racines.<\/p>\n
Sa force est t\u00e9n\u00e9breuse et ne se montre pas
\nElle est faite de volont\u00e9 tenace et sourde
\nQui troue, en s\u2019y cachant, tant\u00f4t l\u2019argile lourde,
\nTant\u00f4t le sable dur, tant\u00f4t le limon gras.<\/p>\n
D\u2019apr\u00e8s le sol changeant, il ruse ou bien s\u2019exalte ;
\nIl se prouve rapide ou lent, brusque ou sournois ;
\nSon chemin, tour \u00e0 tour, est sinueux ou droit ;
\nIl conna\u00eet le d\u00e9tour, mais ignore la halte.<\/p>\n
Et d\u00e8s le printemps clair, si quelque tronc ardent
\n\u00c9tage aupr\u00e8s de lui ses branches inclin\u00e9es,
\nIl l\u2019assaille et en mord l\u2019\u00e9corce ravin\u00e9e,
\nAvec l\u2019acharnement de ses milliers de dents.<\/p>\n
Humble et cach\u00e9 jadis sous la terre \u00e2pre et nue,
\nSon travail aujourd\u2019hui se fait dominateur ;
\nIl s\u2019adjuge l\u2019\u00e9lan et bient\u00f4t la hauteur
\nDe l\u2019arbre qu\u2019il \u00e9treint pour monter jusqu\u2019aux nues.<\/p>\n
Il fr\u00e9mit de lumi\u00e8re et s\u2019exalte de vent :
\nSa force est devenue ardente et fraternelle,
\nSon feuillage, l\u00e9ger comme un v\u00eatement d\u2019ailes,
\nLe soul\u00e8ve, le porte et le pousse en avant.<\/p>\n
Chaque rameau conquis lui est support et proie.
\nPourtant, ayant appris sous terre \u00e0 se dompter
\nAu point de ne l\u00e2cher jamais sa volont\u00e9,
\nIl est si s\u00fbr de lui qu\u2019il domine sa joie,<\/p>\n
Toujours il tord \u00e0 point sa multiple vigueur,
\nFibres apr\u00e8s, fibres, au creux des moindres fentes,
\nEt n\u2019\u00e9coute qu\u2019au soir tombant les brises lentes
\nChanter en lui et l\u2019\u00e9mouvoir de leurs rumeurs.<\/p>\n
Et quand toute son \u0153uvre, un jour, sera parfaite
\nEt qu\u2019il ne sera plus qu\u2019un v\u00e9g\u00e9tal brasier
\nSerrant en son feuillage un arbre tout entier,
\nImmens\u00e9ment, depuis le pied jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la t\u00eate,<\/p>\n
Il voudra plus encore, et ses plus fins r\u00e9seaux,
\nN\u2019ayant plus de soutiens, s\u2019\u00e9lanceront quand m\u00eame,
\nDieu sait dans quel \u00e9lan de conqu\u00eate supr\u00eame,
\nVers le vide et l\u2019espace et la clart\u00e9 d\u2019en haut.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u2019automne aura m\u00eal\u00e9 l\u2019or et la lie
\nAu fun\u00e9raire arroi qui pr\u00e9c\u00e8de l\u2019hiver,
\nQue lui, lierre touffu, compact et encor vert,
\nJusqu\u2019au vol des oiseaux dardera sa folie.<\/p>\n
Alors, plus libre et clair que ne l\u2019est la for\u00eat,
\nIl oubliera ga\u00eement qu\u2019il lui est tributaire,
\nMais, qu\u2019il boive un instant la plus haute lumi\u00e8re,
\nQu\u2019importe qu\u2019il s\u2019affaisse et qu\u2019il retombe apr\u00e8s.<\/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":[527],"poems-book":[700],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15648","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-527","poems-book-les-flammes-hautes","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n