En tes r\u00eaves, en tes pens\u00e9es,
\nEn ta main souple, en ton bras fort,
\nEn chaque \u00e9lan tenace o\u00f9 s\u2019exerce ton corps,
\nLa chance active est ramass\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Dis, la sens-tu, pr\u00eate \u00e0 bondir
\nJusques au bout de ton d\u00e9sir ?
\nLa sens-tu qui t\u2019attend, et te guette, et s\u2019ent\u00eate
\n\u00c0 \u00e9prouver quand m\u00eame, et toujours, et encor,
\nPour ton courage et pour ton r\u00e9confort,
\nLe sort ?<\/p>\n
Ceux qui confient aux flots et leurs biens et leurs vies
\nN\u2019ignorent pas qu\u2019elle d\u00e9vie
\nDe tout chemin trop r\u00e9gulier ;
\nIls se gardent de la lier
\nAvec des liens trop durs au m\u00e2t de leur fortune ;
\nIls savent tous que, pareille \u00e0 la lune,
\nElle s\u2019\u00e9claire et s\u2019obscurcit \u00e0 tout moment
\nEt qu\u2019il faut en aimer la joie et le tourment.<\/p>\n
En tes r\u00eaves, en tes pens\u00e9es,
\nEn ta main souple, en ton bras fort,
\nEn chaque \u00e9lan tenace o\u00f9 s\u2019exerce ton corps,
\nLa chance active est ramass\u00e9e.<\/p>\n
Et tu l\u2019aimes d\u2019autant qu\u2019elle est risque et danger,
\nQue balan\u00e7ant l\u2019espoir comme un levier l\u00e9ger
\nElle va, vient et court au long d\u2019un fil qui danse.
\nIl n\u2019importe que le calcul et la prudence
\nTe soient chemins plus s\u00fbrs pour approcher du but.
\nTu veux l\u2019effort ardent qui ne biffe et n\u2019exclut<\/p>\n
Aucune affre cr\u00e9dule au seuil de la victoire
\nEt tu nourris ainsi, et comme malgr\u00e9 toi,
\nCe qui demeure encor de ton ancienne foi
\nEn ton vieux c\u0153ur contradictoire.<\/p>\n
La chance est comme un bond qui s\u2019ajoute \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9lan
\nEt soudain le redresse au moment qu\u2019il s\u2019affaisse ;
\nElle r\u00e8gne au del\u00e0 de la stricte sagesse
\nEt de l\u2019ordre pr\u00e9cis, minutieux et lent.
\nElle est force l\u00e9g\u00e8re, et sa pr\u00e9sence allie
\nOn ne sait quelle intense et subtile folie
\nAu travail ponctuel et chercheur des cerveaux.
\nElle indique d\u2019un coup le miracle nouveau.
\nLes hommes que la gloire aux clairs destins convie
\nOnt tous, gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 son aide, incendi\u00e9 leur vie
\nDe la flamme volante et rouge des exploits.
\nIls ont cri\u00e9 que la fortune \u00e9tait leur droit
\nEt l\u2019ont cri\u00e9 si fort qu\u2019ils ont fini par croire
\nQu\u2019ils tenaient l\u2019aile immense et blanche des victoires
\nSous les poings rabattus de leur t\u00e9nacit\u00e9.
\nOh ! dis, que n\u2019auront-ils r\u00e9ussi ou tent\u00e9
\nEn notre \u00e2ge d\u2019orgueil, de force et de vertige
\nO\u00f9 le monde travaille \u00e0 son propre prodige ?<\/p>\n
En ta main souple, en ton bras fort,
\nEn chaque \u00e9lan tenace o\u00f9 s\u2019exerce ton corps,
\nEn tes r\u00eaves, en tes pens\u00e9es,
\nLa chance active est ramass\u00e9e.<\/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":[527],"poems-book":[700],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15643","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-527","poems-book-les-flammes-hautes","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n