D\u00e9sir d\u2019\u00eatre, soudain, la b\u00eate hi\u00e9ratique,
\nD\u2019un \u00e9clat noir, sous le portique
\nEscarboucl\u00e9 d\u2019un temple, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s !<\/p>\n
Gueule tordue, avec de courbes dents livides.
\nMasque divin et criminel,
\nAvec de grands yeux vides,
\nAvec, sous le front d\u2019or, un \u0153il d\u2019or \u00e9ternel.<\/p>\n
Sous un plafond de marbre noir, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s.
\nIls arrivent les enfants clairs \u2014 et leurs guirlandes
\nDe v\u00eatements laineux tournent au promenoir,
\n\u00d4 les petites mains ! les mains, avec des brandes,
\nQui s\u2019en viennent, jointes, ainsi qu\u2019un double espoir,
\nLes mains en fleur, prier, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s, l\u2019Idole.<\/p>\n
Ils arrivent les vieux voyants us\u00e9s, les p\u00e2les
\nDe je\u00fbne et de cilice, ils arrivent, les os
\nRompus, les regards droits, la voix nou\u00e9e en r\u00e2les,
\nLe sein vide et blanchi comme d\u2019anciens tombeaux,
\nIls arrivent prier, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s, l\u2019Idole.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9sir d\u2019\u00eatre soudain la b\u00eate hi\u00e9ratique
\nD\u2019un \u00e9clat noir, sous le portique,
\nEscarboucl\u00e9 d\u2019un temple, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s.<\/p>\n
\u00catre ce n\u00e9ant de bronze et d\u2019or in\u00e9luctable
\nEt merveilleux, vers qui, les inlassables bras,
\nLes bras ! les bras ! de la douleur incommutable,
\nComme des rameaux fous, s\u2019\u00e9pouvantent d\u2019en bas.
\nEt s\u2019imposer \u00e0 la cr\u00e9dulit\u00e9, pour mordre
\nLes doux c\u0153urs confiants et la priante chair
\nEt les larmes et les sanglots ; et mordre et tordre
\nToute cette humanit\u00e9 de folie et d\u2019\u00e9clair,
\nErrante et angoiss\u00e9e aux vallons de la crainte ;<\/p>\n
La mordre et tordre en son appel et son tourment
\nEt sa mis\u00e8re allante et ballante et sa plainte
\nToujours la m\u00eame, \u00e0 travers temps, infiniment.
\nEt se complaire \u00e0 se sentir cruel et fourbe :
\nLa b\u00eate immens\u00e9ment d\u2019\u00e9b\u00e8ne et de granit
\nEt de corne et de roc, qui surplombe la tourbe
\nDe ces pleureurs, tous les m\u00eames, vers l\u2019infini ;
\nEt les ha\u00efr et regretter son impuissance
\nNon pour les secourir, mais pour rageusement
\nLes affoler et se prouver sa malfaisance.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9sir d\u2019\u00eatre soudain cette idole qui ment !
\nIls arrivent les amants, doux, comme des lampes,
\nLe soir, dans le feuillage \u00e9teint, au loin, l\u00e0-bas,
\nIls arrivent doux et pleins de soir, le long des rampes,
\nIls arrivent, par deux, les bras li\u00e9s aux bras,
\nTristes et doux, prier \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s, l\u2019Idole.<\/p>\n
Ils arrivent les p\u00e8lerins lointains, les mornes
\nDe la mis\u00e8re et de la faim, les las d\u2019avoir
\nUn corps, ils arrivent, de loin, les malitornes,
\nLes \u00e9clop\u00e9s et les l\u00e9preux, au r\u00e9servoir
\nMiraculeux, prier \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s, l\u2019Idole !<\/p>\n
D\u00e9sir d\u2019\u00eatre soudain la b\u00eate hi\u00e9ratique
\nD\u2019un \u00e9clat noir, sous le portique,
\nEscarboucl\u00e9 d\u2019un temple, \u00e0 Benar\u00e8s.<\/p>\n
Et regarder, t\u00e9moin impassible et tragique,
\nDard\u00e9s, les yeux de fer, et les naseaux, hagards,
\nDroit devant soi, l\u00e0-bas, le ciel mythologique,
\nO\u00f9 le Siva terrible \u00e9chev\u00e8le ses chars,
\nPar des orni\u00e8res d\u2019or, \u00e0 travers les nuages :
\nScintillements d\u2019essieux et tonnerres de feux ;
\n\u00c9talons fous cabr\u00e9s, sur des tas de carnages ;
\nRouge, la mer au loin et ses millions d\u2019yeux !<\/p>\n
Et devant ce d\u00e9cor incendi\u00e9, maudire
\nL\u2019homme niais et nul, qui se gave d\u2019espoir,
\nAlors qu\u2019un symbolique et quotidien martyre
\nSaigne son \u00e2me en croix, aux quatre coins du soir.<\/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-15181","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-les-debacles","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n