Quand tu marches, le pas rythm\u00e9, le long des champs,
\nAime \u00e0 nommer pour te plaire \u00e0 toi-m\u00eame
\nLe sud, l\u2019ouest, l\u2019est, le nord,
\nMots clairs et doux, mots terribles et forts,
\nQui d\u00e9corent les beaux po\u00e8mes.<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019ils t\u2019\u00e9voquent les bois, les monts et le soleil,
\nQu\u2019ils t\u2019\u00e9voquent la mer et le grand port vermeil
\nIlluminant l\u00e0-bas les confins de la terre,
\nQu\u2019ils t\u2019\u00e9voquent la brousse et les d\u00e9serts de feu
\nEt le minaret blanc sur le ciel rouge et bleu
\nOu le gel coruscant des montagnes polaires.<\/p>\n
Au mois d\u2019avril, au mois de mai,
\nLe bras ballant, le pas rythm\u00e9,
\nAime \u00e0 dire et \u00e0 redire, pour t\u2019y complaire,
\nLeurs syllabes autoritaires.<\/p>\n
Aux jours d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, quand midi bout,
\nIls sont pareils \u00e0 quatre aigles qui, tout \u00e0 coup
\nBattent l\u2019espace avec de grands vol fous
\nEt voyagent dans les nuages.
\nAux jours d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, ils sont pareils encor
\n\u00c0 des houles d\u2019argent et d\u2019or
\nQui dessinent des monts et des vall\u00e9es,
\nImmens\u00e9ment, dans les moissons bariol\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Ils sont aussi les cavaliers du vieil hiver
\nQui chevauchent l\u2019averse et fouettent la bourrasque.
\nLe givre les habille et le brouillard les masque.
\nQu\u2019ils s\u2019\u00e9lancent soit de la plaine ou de la mer,<\/p>\n
Dieu sait vers quelle immense et formidable joute,
\nIls ravagent les carrefours
\nEt les villages et les bourgs,
\nEt les arbres qui font le tour
\nDe l\u2019infini, le long des routes.<\/p>\n
Quand tu t\u2019en vas le long d\u2019un champ,
\nScande pour toi leurs noms puissants.<\/p>\n
Ainsi, la marche alerte et la chanson rapide
\nQui c\u00e9l\u00e8brent l\u2019Est, l\u2019Ouest et le Sud et le Nord
\nLes feront comme entrer dans la chair de ton corps,
\nAvec leur souffle ardent et leur vol intr\u00e9pide.
\nPeut-\u00eatre ils te diront l\u2019astre qu\u2019ils ont fr\u00f4l\u00e9
\nAu del\u00e0 de l\u2019\u00e9ther o\u00f9 vivent d\u2019autres mondes,
\nEt Pers\u00e9e et V\u00e9nus palpitante et f\u00e9conde,
\nEt la Lyre debout sur l\u2019ab\u00eeme \u00e9toil\u00e9,
\nEt la Vierge et V\u00e9ga et le Lion et l\u2019Ourse.
\nTu sentiras alors ton \u00eatre imp\u00e9tueux
\nTrouver sa loi dans l\u2019ordre et la splendeur des cieux
\nEt ton r\u00eave r\u00e9gler son \u00e9lan et sa course
\nSur le cort\u00e8ge d\u2019or des \u00e9toiles, l\u00e0-haut,
\nEt ta force grandir et tes pensers sans nombre
\nLaisser choir peu \u00e0 peu et leur poids et leur ombre
\nEt l\u2019immensit\u00e9 claire entrer en ton cerveau.<\/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-15649","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-527","poems-book-les-flammes-hautes","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n