FRAGMENT<\/p>\n
Nous voil\u00e0 donc encore une fois en pr\u00e9sence,
\nLui le tyran divin, moi le vieux r\u00e9volt\u00e9.
\nOr je suis la Justice, il n\u2019est que la Puissance ;
\n\u00c0 qui va, de nous deux, rester l\u2019Humanit\u00e9 ?
\nAh ! tu comptais sans moi, Divinit\u00e9 funeste,
\nLorsque tu fa\u00e7onnais le premier couple humain,
\nEt que dans ton \u00c9den, sous ton regard c\u00e9leste,
\nTu l\u2019enfermas jadis au sortir de ta main.
\nJe n\u2019eus qu\u2019\u00e0 le voir l\u00e0, languissant et stupide,
\nComme un simple animal errer et v\u00e9g\u00e9ter,
\nPour concevoir soudain dans mon \u00e2me intr\u00e9pide
\nL\u2019audacieux dessein de te le disputer.
\nQuoi ! je l\u2019aurais laiss\u00e9e, au sein de la nature,
\nSans espoir \u00e0 jamais s\u2019engourdir en ce lieu ?
\nJe l\u2019aimais trop d\u00e9j\u00e0, la faible cr\u00e9ature,
\nEt je ne pouvais pas l\u2019abandonner \u00e0 Dieu.
\nContre ta volont\u00e9, c\u2019est moi qui l\u2019ai fait na\u00eetre,
\nLe d\u00e9sir de savoir en cet \u00eatre \u00e9bauch\u00e9 ;
\nPuisque pour s\u2019achever, pour penser, pour conna\u00eetre,
\nIl fallait qu\u2019il p\u00e9ch\u00e2t, eh bien ! il a p\u00e9ch\u00e9.
\nIl le prit de ma main, ce fruit de d\u00e9livrance,
\nQu\u2019il n\u2019e\u00fbt os\u00e9 tout seul ni cueillir ni go\u00fbter :
\nSortir du fond obscur d\u2019une \u00e9troite ignorance,
\nCe n\u2019\u00e9tait point d\u00e9choir, non, non ! c\u2019\u00e9tait monter.
\nLe premier pas est fait, l\u2019ascension commence ;
\nTon Paradis, tu peux le fermer \u00e0 ton gr\u00e9 :
\nQuand tu l\u2019eusses rouvert en un jour de cl\u00e9mence,
\nLe noble fugitif n\u2019y f\u00fbt jamais rentr\u00e9.
\nAh ! plut\u00f4t le d\u00e9sert, plut\u00f4t la roche humide,
\nQue ce jardin de fleurs et d\u2019azur couronn\u00e9 !
\nC\u2019en est fait pour toujours du pauvre Adam timide ;
\nVoici qu\u2019un nouvel \u00eatre a surgi : l\u2019Homme est n\u00e9 !
\nL\u2019Homme, mon \u0153uvre, \u00e0 moi, car j\u2019y mis tout moi-m\u00eame :
\nIl ne saurait tromper mes v\u0153ux ni mon dessein.
\nD\u00e9fiant ton courroux, par un effort supr\u00eame
\nJ\u2019\u00e9veillai la raison qui dormait en son sein.
\nCet \u00e9clair faible encor, cette lueur premi\u00e8re
\nQui deviendra le jour, c\u2019est de moi qu\u2019il la tient.
\nNous avons tous les deux cr\u00e9\u00e9 notre lumi\u00e8re,
\nOui, mais mon Fiat lux l\u2019emporte sur le tien !
\nIl a du premier coup lev\u00e9 bien d\u2019autres voiles
\nQue ceux du vieux chaos o\u00f9 se jouait ta main.
\nToi, tu n\u2019as que ton ciel pour semer tes \u00e9toiles ;
\nPour lancer mon soleil, moi, j\u2019ai l\u2019esprit humain !<\/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":[197],"poems-book":[716],"poemes-theme":[349,360,376],"poete":[717],"class_list":["post-15821","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-197","poems-book-poesies-philosophiques","poemes-theme-condition-humaine","poemes-theme-haine","poemes-theme-malheur","poete-louise-ackermann"],"yoast_head":"\n