Emile Verhaeren

(21 May 1855 – 27 November 1916 / St Amands / Belgium)

Au bord du quai


Et qu'importe d'où sont venus ceux qui s'en vont,
S'ils entendent toujours un cri profond
Au carrefour des doutes !
Mon corps est lourd, mon corps est las,
Je veux rester, je ne peux pas ;
L'âpre univers est un tissu de routes
Tramé de vent et de lumière ;
Mieux vaut partir, sans aboutir,
Que de s'asseoir, même vainqueur, le soir,
Devant son oeuvre coutumière,
Avec, en son coeur morne, une vie
Qui cesse de bondir au-delà de la vie.

Submitted: Friday, August 03, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 03, 2012

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