Savoir de notre temps, faisceau d\u2019antinomies !
\n\u2014 Doutes, calculs, erreurs, espoirs, reculs, effrois \u2014
\nGlaives fauss\u00e9s et morts, glaives vivants et droits,
\nCertitudes concordantes ou ennemies,
\nAvec quelles pointes bien ou mal affermies,
\nGlaives ! vous vous plantez en moi !<\/p>\n
Vous me percez d\u00fbment \u2014 mais tout mon \u00eatre
\nS\u2019exalte \u00e0 ressentir \u2014 d\u00e9lice ou cruaut\u00e9 \u2014
\nVotre angoissante et violente acuit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Je ne vis plus que pour savoir et pour conna\u00eetre.
\nL\u2019homme qui pense est un h\u00e9ros silencieux ;
\nSi son \u00e2me n\u2019est plus ivre du ciel des dieux,
\nSes yeux du moins sont fous de certitude.<\/p>\n
Oh son travail et sa fi\u00e9vreuse solitude
\nEt son avancement minutieux et lent
\nEt sa patience attentive et f\u00e9conde !
\nDepuis un si\u00e8cle il a dress\u00e9 le plan
\nMagnifique du monde ;
\nIl a scrut\u00e9 la force et d\u00e9fini
\nLes lois
\nQui retiennent, avec des fils subtils,
\nTout l\u2019infini, entre leurs doigts ;
\nMais nul n\u2019a viol\u00e9 l\u2019\u00e9nigme encore alti\u00e8re
\nQue la mati\u00e8re
\nRetient captive, au tr\u00e9fonds de sa nuit.<\/p>\n
Oh ce secret dans l\u2019ab\u00eeme englouti,
\nIl vous attend, pourtant,
\nUniverselle ardeur des cervelles humaines !<\/p>\n
Dites, plonger vers lui et d\u00e9signer la gaine
\nQui le comprime en son \u00e9tau de haine,
\nOu bien trouver le mot, si fou soit-il,
\nQui guide enfin vers le chemin subtil
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 tout \u00e0 coup la vue
\nS\u2019\u00e9clairera d\u2019une lumi\u00e8re impr\u00e9vue !
\nDites, aider \u2014 il n\u2019importe comment \u2014
\n\u00c0 l\u2019unanime acharnement ;
\nAvoir la foi t\u00eatue, en la recherche inassouvie,
\nAutour de l\u2019essence m\u00eame de la vie !<\/p>\n
Oh ! ma mis\u00e8re et ma gloire, cerveau,
\nPalais de ma fiert\u00e9, cave de ma torture,
\nContradictoire amas de probl\u00e8mes nouveaux,
\nQui s\u2019acharnent sur la nature.<\/p>\n
Je t\u2019aime en ta d\u00e9tresse autant qu\u2019en ta grandeur.
\nQue l\u2019heure soit triomphante ou funeste,
\nSaine de v\u00e9rit\u00e9 ou malade d\u2019erreur,
\nTu restes
\nSolide et prompt \u2014 et conqu\u00e9rant
\nTa joie ardente ou ta douleur encor plus forte,
\nTu vis comme ont v\u00e9cu ceux de jadis, les grands.
\n\u2014 Et les autres ? \u2014 qu\u2019importe.<\/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-15305","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-457","poems-book-les-forces-tumultueuses","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n