Pareils \u00e0 ces rayons v\u00eatus de soir et d\u2019or
\nQui seuls, avant de s\u2019endormir dans la vall\u00e9e,
\nBaisent de leur lumi\u00e8re et ravivent encor
\nLe front triste et rugueux des roches isol\u00e9es,
\nMes vers s\u2019en vont vers vous,
\nHommes de lutte et de souffrance, \u00e2pres visages,
\nProscrits et r\u00e9volt\u00e9s qui maintenez
\nDebout
\nMalgr\u00e9 la croix o\u00f9 le destin vous cloue
\nEt votre foi et votre rage !<\/p>\n
Bagnes, l\u00e0-bas, au bout des mers !
\nSolitudes de pierre et fer,
\nSols de volcans et de tourments sous terre,
\n\u00celes de blocs et de c\u0153ur en granit,
\n\u00c9tals d\u2019astuce et de col\u00e8re,
\nDans le d\u00e9sert de l\u2019infini.<\/p>\n
Comme du sang caill\u00e9 parmi les vagues
\nLuisent vos bords et vos sables ocreux ;
\nVos pics sont nus, comme les pointes des dagues,
\nVos ge\u00f4liers sont des fous qui s\u2019excitent entre eux,
\nVos flots roulent en temp\u00eate leurs flammes,
\nLa cruaut\u00e9 torride et ses l\u00e2ches conseils,
\nAu fer rouge de vos soleils,
\nBr\u00fblent, sous vos cieux durs, les \u00e2mes.<\/p>\n
Or, ceux que vous damnez viennent de l\u2019Inconnu,
\nAvec entre leurs mains les v\u00e9rit\u00e9s nouvelles ;
\nLe feu du monde, ils l\u2019attisent, dans leurs cervelles,
\nLe droit serein et m\u00e9connu
\nSemble le sang dont bouillonne leur verbe,
\nIls incendient, en les tassant du pied, les herbes
\nPleines de mort et de poison des vieilles lois ;
\nIls sont les fous de la haute folie,
\nLa vie \u00e9tant \u00e0 boire, ils en rincent la lie
\nEt la pr\u00e9sentent pure au peuple qui la boit.<\/p>\n
Leur c\u0153ur est vaste et clair comme les plaines,
\nLeurs yeux sont purs comme des yeux d\u2019enfant,
\nQuoi qu\u2019on dise, leur force est pleine
\nD\u2019amour immense et d\u00e9bordant.<\/p>\n
S\u2019ils ha\u00efssent, ils n\u2019ont que des haines d\u2019id\u00e9es,
\nLeur cause est leur orgueil et le tourment
\nDe ne la point aimer, assez \u00e9perdument,
\nTient seul, pendant la nuit, leurs \u00e2mes obs\u00e9d\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
La piti\u00e9, aucun d\u2019entre eux
\nN\u2019en veut.
\nCe qu\u2019ils veulent ? C\u2019est d\u2019\u00eatre, \u00e0 travers temps,
\nUn cri si fort de nerfs et de muscles tordus,
\nQu\u2019apr\u00e8s cent ans,
\nSon \u00e9pouvante encor, malgr\u00e9 la mort,
\nSoit entendu ;
\nC\u2019est d\u2019allumer le feu des tragiques exemples
\n\u2014 Lueurs montant plus haut que le fronton des temples \u2014
\nC\u2019est de br\u00fbler, comme des torches
\nToutes en sang, au seuil des porches,
\nO\u00f9 r\u00e9gneront, un jour, ma\u00eetres du bien,
\nCeux qui veulent une \u00e9quit\u00e9 totale \u2014 ou rien.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 leur in\u00e9crasable et rouge confiance,
\nLeur orageux silence ou leur acharnement,
\nLeurs cris profonds charg\u00e9s de conscience
\nQui traversent le monde, ainsi qu\u2019un ch\u00e2timent,
\nVous ne les vaincrez pas, bourreaux d\u00e9ments et mornes,
\n\u00celes, dont les pointes, comme des cornes,
\nSe h\u00e9rissent vers le soleil,
\nBagnes b\u00e2tis pour la terreur et les supplices :
\nL\u2019\u00e2me humaine bondit de r\u00e9veils en r\u00e9veils,
\nElle est en rut de la justice.<\/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":[693],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15297","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-les-forces-tumultueuses","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n