Ma chambre est close au vent du Nord,
\n\ufeffElle est close et solitaire,
\n\ufeffDepuis la guerre ;
\n\ufeffPourtant
\n\ufeffVoici le vent
\nQui vient et passe et qui s\u2019arr\u00eate et passe encor
\nAvec le d\u00e9fil\u00e9 des mourants et des morts
\n\u00c0 travers les combats qui font trembler la terre.<\/p>\n
Oh, la lutte innombrable et le destin g\u00e9ant !
\n\ufeffL\u00e0-bas au loin, sur l\u2019Oc\u00e9an
\n\ufeffFace \u00e0 face, les vaisseaux sautent :
\nLes Zeppelins arm\u00e9s traversent la mer haute ;
\nKirkholm, Kreusberg, Mitau, Dwinsk, Jacobstat, Vilna,
\nCit\u00e9s que la bataille \u00e9norme illumina
\nEt qui toutes, m\u2019\u00e9tiez, hier encor, inconnues !
\n\u00d4 guerre dans le sol ! \u00d4 guerre dans les nues !
\nLa fureur s\u2019y condense et l\u2019horreur s\u2019y accro\u00eet
\nEt des plaines aux monts, et des fleuves aux bois
\nTout est sombre et terrible et sanglant \u00e0 la fois.<\/p>\n
\ufeffDepuis la guerre
\n\ufeffMa chambre est close et solitaire.
\nDites, o\u00f9 sont-ils donc mes amis de nagu\u00e8re ?<\/p>\n
\ufeffVoici le coin o\u00f9 l\u2019autre mois,
\nPensifs et clairs, nous parl\u00e2mes \u00e0 lente voix
\n\ufeffDe nos belles id\u00e9es
\nUne \u00e0 une par la science \u00e9lucid\u00e9es ;
\nVoici le coin de table o\u00f9 s\u2019appuyait la main
\nDe celui qui, sans jactance ni hyperbole,
\nPr\u00eachait avec son \u00e2pre et vaillante parole
\n\ufeffL\u2019espoir humain ;
\n\ufeffVoici le si\u00e8ge o\u00f9 s\u2019asseyait
\nCelui qui tous les soirs venait \u00e0 mon chevet
\n\ufeffMe consoler, lorsque ma t\u00eate
\nEt mon sang et mes nerfs n\u2019\u00e9taient qu\u2019affre et temp\u00eate.<\/p>\n
\ufeffH\u00e9las ! h\u00e9las ! o\u00f9 sont-ils donc ?
\nEn quel d\u00e9laissement et en quel abandon
\nSont-ils flottants au gr\u00e9 de l\u2019immense mis\u00e8re ?
\n\ufeffH\u00e9las ! h\u00e9las ! o\u00f9 sont-ils donc,
\n\ufeffMes amis de nagu\u00e8re ?<\/p>\n
Car moi, ce soir, je n\u2019ai pour compagnon
\nQue mon foyer \u00e0 qui je parle et dont la flamme,
\n\ufeffPrompte \u00e0 vivre ou \u00e0 mourir,
\n\ufeffSeule r\u00e9pond
\n\ufeffAu sombre ou lumineux d\u00e9sir
\nQui tour \u00e0 tour s\u2019allume ou s\u2019\u00e9teint en mon \u00e2me.<\/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":[709],"poems-book":[701],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15661","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-709","poems-book-les-ailes-rouges-de-la-guerre","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n