Dans son enclos ceint de hauts murs
\nO\u00f9 pousse au long des pr\u00e9s l\u2019armoise ou la jonquille,
\nElle accepte son sort parmi les hommes durs,
\n\ufeffLa fermi\u00e8re \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2me tranquille.<\/p>\n
\ufeffL\u00e9sine, orgueil, ruse, fureur,
\nHaine sournoise, ardeur brusque, rage funeste,
\nN\u2019ont eu raison de sa constante bonne humeur
\n\ufeffNi du beau calme de son geste.<\/p>\n
\ufeffD\u2019un seul mot clair et familier
\nElle apaise l\u2019envie et l\u2019\u00e2pre violence ;
\nS\u2019il faut dompter ceux-l\u00e0 qui ne veulent plier,
\n\ufeffRien n\u2019est plus fort que son silence.<\/p>\n
\ufeffElle peine de l\u2019aube au soir,
\nDistribuant \u00e0 tous ses paroles \u00e9gales,
\nEt l\u2019humble ouvrier trouve une place o\u00f9 s\u2019asseoir
\n\ufeffAutour de sa table frugale.<\/p>\n
\ufeffSes cheveux, aux bandeaux vermeils,
\nDorent tout son visage au jour de la crois\u00e9e,
\nL\u2019ombre est vaste qui suit aux champs, dans le soleil,
\n\ufeffSa grande marche balanc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
\ufeffSes pas sont lourds, mais confiants
\nComme s\u2019ils s\u2019appuyaient sur le c\u0153ur de la terre.
\nTout l\u2019aime : le vent sain et l\u2019air vivifiant,
\n\ufeffEt le sol \u00e2pre et volontaire.<\/p>\n
\ufeffElle a le vieux respect du grain
\nEt le serre en ses doigts, et sur son dos le charge ;
\nAvant que le couteau ne divise le pain,
\n\ufeffSa main y trace une croix large.<\/p>\n
\ufeffCeux qui parlent des gens d\u2019ici,
\nEntre eux, le soir, fumant leur pipe \u00e0 la chandelle,
\nAvec des yeux sournois et des mots sans merci,
\n\ufeffChangent de ton en parlant d\u2019elle.<\/p>\n
\ufeffOn l\u2019aime et pourtant on la craint ;
\nMais cette crainte m\u00eame exalte et r\u00e9conforte :
\nCar, bonne h\u00f4tesse, elle ouvre \u00e0 ceux qui vont en vain
\n\ufeffFrapper au seuil des autres portes.<\/p>\n
\ufeffSi bien qu\u2019un vagabond d\u00e9ment
\nQui voit, dit-on, bien au del\u00e0 de la lumi\u00e8re,
\nLui a pr\u00e9dit un long et bel enterrement
\n\ufeffQuand elle ira dormir en bi\u00e8re.<\/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":[708],"poems-book":[702],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15699","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-708","poems-book-les-bles-mouvants","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n