Quand se penchaient sur votre \u00eatre f\u00e9brile
\nEt la folle d\u00e9tresse et l\u2019angoisse st\u00e9rile,
\nDites, avez-vous regard\u00e9 en retenant vos pleurs
\nAu fond de leurs yeux nus, votre propre douleur ?<\/p>\n
Espoirs mont\u00e9s si haut qu\u2019ils tomb\u00e8rent des nues,
\nHaines, affres, erreurs jonchaient les avenues
\nO\u00f9 saignaient, lentement, vos amours mis en croix ;
\nMais tout au fond, comme une flamme au c\u0153ur du bois,
\n\u00c0 travers les rameaux de vos heures sans gloire,
\nBrillait quand m\u00eame et s\u2019affirmait votre victoire.<\/p>\n
Voici le fier, lucide et fr\u00e9missant orgueil
\nDont les mains d\u2019or couchent votre souffrance,
\nDans les tombeaux de son silence ;
\nL\u2019orgueil
\nQui domine votre \u00e2me et en d\u00e9fend le seuil
\nContre la plainte am\u00e8re ;
\nParfois m\u00eame, pour en triompher mieux,
\nEt la ployer sous son talon victorieux,
\nPar h\u00e9ro\u00efsme pur, il l\u2019exasp\u00e8re ;
\nEt c\u2019est alors qu\u2019au plus profond de votre c\u0153ur
\nIl pr\u00e9pare, dirige et r\u00e9sume, en vainqueur,
\nLa plus belle des batailles humaines.<\/p>\n
Jadis, dans les l\u00e9gendes souveraines,
\nAu temps des Dieux, ma\u00eetres des cieux profonds,
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait lui le Saint George et le divin Pers\u00e9e
\nQui transper\u00e7aient du bel \u00e9clair de leur pens\u00e9e
\nLa douleur h\u00e9riss\u00e9e en son corps de dragon.
\nMais aujourd\u2019hui,
\nSans demander aux Dieux leur gr\u00e2ce ou leur appui,
\nSans pri\u00e8res, ni sans blasph\u00e8mes,
\nSon renaissant combat se poursuit en vous-m\u00eames ;
\nIl ne fait aucun geste, il ne pousse aucun cri,
\nMais tout votre \u00eatre arm\u00e9 se glorifie en lui.<\/p>\n
Et qu\u2019importent les couteaux et les glaives,
\nEn menaces, sur votre r\u00eave,
\nEt vos larmes et vos sanglots
\nRoulant ou r\u00e9sorbant leurs flots,
\nEt le feu noir des maladies
\nCouvant, dans vos veines, ses incendies,
\nSi votre ardente volont\u00e9,
\nAux l\u00e2chet\u00e9s quotidiennes rebelle,
\nSur les d\u00e9bris du mal dompt\u00e9
\nL\u00e8ve ses fleurs toujours plus belles.<\/p>\n
Nouez-vous donc, avec de tels liens d\u2019or,
\nAu m\u00e2t dard\u00e9 de votre sort
\nQue toutes les rages de la temp\u00eate
\nSe d\u00e9cha\u00eenent sans vous vaincre la t\u00eate ;
\nEt que la vie, avec ses ouragans d\u00e9ments,
\nVous reste ch\u00e8re, immens\u00e9ment,
\nAinsi qu\u2019une admirable et tragique conqu\u00eate.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 les pauvres, les vains, les lamentables fous
\nQui vont droit devant eux, vers n\u2019importe o\u00f9,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019heure o\u00f9 le soleil dore la mer lucide,
\nR\u00f4der, le soir, autour de leur suicide,
\nAlors
\nQu\u2019il reste et flambe encor,
\nDans le brasier de leur cerveau,
\nDe quoi forger quelque penser nouveau
\nPour en orner leur chim\u00e8re ;
\nEt sous leur front deux yeux divins, deux yeux,
\nPour voir, l\u00e0-haut, la merveille des cieux
\nEt, sur terre, la douce et fervente lumi\u00e8re.<\/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":[710],"poems-book":[699],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15610","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-710","poems-book-la-multiple-splendeur","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n