Babel est tout au fond du paysage horrible.<\/p>\n
Si l\u2019\u00e9pouvante \u00e9tait une chose visible,
\nElle ressemblerait \u00e0 ce fa\u00eete inou\u00ef.
\nSommet d\u00e9mesur\u00e9 dans le ciel enfoui !
\nCe n\u2019est pas une tour, c\u2019est le monstre \u00e9difice.
\nSans pouvoir l\u2019\u00e9clairer, le jour sur elle glisse.
\nDes ouvertures d\u2019ombre engouffrent dans ses flancs
\nTous les vents de l\u2019espace orageux et sifflants ;
\nIl en sort on ne sait quelles sombres hu\u00e9es.
\nSa spirale difforme et m\u00eal\u00e9e aux nu\u00e9es
\nPeut-\u00eatre y recommence et peut-\u00eatre y finit.
\nL\u2019ouragan a rong\u00e9 ses porches de granit;
\nSon mur est crevass\u00e9 du haut en bas ; la br\u00e8che
\nEst comme un trou que fait dans la terre une b\u00eache ;
\nSes rampes ont des blocs de roches pour pav\u00e9s;
\nSur ses escarpements lugubres sont grav\u00e9s
\nDes maques, des tr\u00e9pieds, des gnomons, des clepsydres ;
\nSes antres, assez grands pour contenir des hydres,
\nSemblent de loin la fente o\u00f9 se cache l\u2019aspic ;
\nSur les reliefs brumeux de ses parois \u00e0 pic
\nDes for\u00eats ont pouss\u00e9 comme des touffes d\u2019herbes ;
\nSes faisceaux d\u2019arcs rompus sont pareils \u00e0 des gerbes ;
\nLa pierre a la p\u00e2leur sinistre du linceul.<\/p>\n
Babel voulait monter jusqu\u2019au z\u00e9nith ; Dieu seul<\/p>\n
A son ascension pouvait mettre une .borne.
\nOn fr\u00e9mit d\u2019entrevoir son int\u00e9rieur morne ;
\nIl est si noir qu\u2019un astre y serait \u00e0 t\u00e2tons ;
\nDes chutes de muraille ont entre les frontons
\nCreus\u00e9 des profondeurs qui font inaccessibles
\nD\u2019affreux colosses; pris par la foudre pour cibles.
\nLe seuil porte deux tours qui sont deux chandeliers.
\nCe spectre est loin., Un d\u00f4me; un. chaos d\u2019escaliers,
\nDes terrasses, des ponts, prennent vaguement forme
\nDans ce bl\u00eamissement d\u2019architecture \u00e9norme
\nMontant confus\u00e9ment derri\u00e8re l\u2019horizon.
\nEt comme on voit, au bord du toit d\u2019une maison
\nS\u2019abattre, \u00e0 la saison des fleurs, \u00e0 tire-d\u2019aile,
\nLes pigeons au pied rose ou la vive hirondelle,
\nSur son entablement fun\u00e8bre aux trous profonds,
\nViennent du fond du ciel se poser les griffons,
\nLes hippogriffes noirs, les sphinx volants des r\u00eaves
\nDont les plumes sans plis ressemblent \u00e0 des glaives,
\nLe dragon, sous son, ventre \u00e9touffant des \u00e9clairs,
\nL\u2019aigle d\u2019apocalypse, et les . larves des airs,
\nEt les blancs s\u00e9raphins, qu\u2019une aile immense voile,
\nFarouches, arrivant fatigu\u00e9s d\u2019une \u00e9toile.
\nLa cr\u00e9ation va,\u2019 sombre, et d\u00e9mesur\u00e9e ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9tendue \u00e0 jamais se meut dans la dur\u00e9e ;
\nLe temps tourne au cadran du ciel
\nEt l\u2019homme, pendant l\u2019heure o\u00f9 dispara\u00eet son \u00e2ge,
\nP\u00e2le, entend remuer l\u2019effrayant engrenage
\nDe l\u2019infini dans l\u2019\u00e9ternel.<\/p>\n
Le peu de jour qu\u2019on voit passe entre des vert\u00e8bres ;
\nLes blancheurs sont le deuil autant que les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres ;
\nRien ne rayonne, rien n\u2019est s\u00fbr ;
\nLe penseur, attentif aux myst\u00e8res sans nombre,
\nA travers l\u2019amas noir de ces rouages d\u2019ombre,
\nN\u2019aper\u00e7oit qu\u2019un lugubre azur.<\/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":[457],"poems-book":[456],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-10424","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-derniere-gerbe","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n