….. Sois ton bourreau toi-m\u00eame ;
\nN\u2019abandonne l\u2019amour de te martyriser
\n\u00c0 personne, jamais. Donne ton seul baiser
\nAu d\u00e9sespoir ; d\u00e9cha\u00eene en toi l\u2019\u00e2pre blasph\u00e8me ;
\nForce ton \u00e2me, \u00e9reinte-la contre l\u2019\u00e9cueil :
\nLes maux du c\u0153ur qu\u2019on exasp\u00e8re, on les commande ;
\nLa vie, h\u00e9las ! ne se supporte et ne s\u2019amende
\nQue si la volont\u00e9 la terrasse d\u2019orgueil ;
\nSa norme est la douleur. H\u00e9las ! qui s\u2019y r\u00e9signe ?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Certes, je veux nouer mes tortures en moi :
\nComme jadis les grands chr\u00e9tiens, mordus de foi,
\nS\u2019\u00e9maciaient, avec une ferveur maligne,
\nJe veux boire les souffrances, comme un poison
\nVivant et fou ; je cinglerai de mon angoisse
\nMes pauvres jours, ainsi qu\u2019un tocsin de paroisse
\nS\u2019exalte \u00e0 disperser le deuil sur l\u2019horizon.
\nCet h\u00e9ro\u00efsme intime et bizarre m\u2019attire :
\nSe pr\u00e9parer sa peine et provoquer son mal,
\nAvec acharnement, et dompter l\u2019animal
\nDe mis\u00e8re et de peur, qui dans le c\u0153ur se mire
\nToujours ; se redresser cruel et contre soi,
\nVainqueur de quelque chose enfin, et moins languide
\nEt moins banalement en extase du vide.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sois ton pouvoir, sois ton tourment, sois ton effroi.
\nEt puis, il est des champs d\u2019hostilit\u00e9s tentantes
\nQue des hommes de marbre, avec de fortes mains,
\nOnt cultiv\u00e9s, il est de terribles chemins ;
\nPar o\u00f9 des pas battants et des marches battantes
\nSont entendus : c\u2019est l\u00e0, que sur tel roc vermeil,
\nLe soir allume, au loin, le sang et les tueries
\nEt que luisent, parmi les lianes fl\u00e9tries,
\nDes \u00e9clatants couteaux de crime et de soleil !<\/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":[252],"poems-book":[686],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15173","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-debacles","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n