{"id":15827,"date":"2025-05-17T02:08:26","date_gmt":"2025-05-17T00:08:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/?post_type=poemes&p=15827"},"modified":"2025-05-17T02:08:26","modified_gmt":"2025-05-17T00:08:26","slug":"le-deluge-2","status":"publish","type":"poemes","link":"https:\/\/www.rimes.fr\/blog\/poemes\/le-deluge-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Le d\u00e9luge"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00c0 Victor Hugo<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLE VIEUX MONDE<\/p>\n

Dieu l\u2019a dit : \u00ab Ne va pas plus loin, \u00f4 flot amer ! \u00bb
\nMais quoi ! tu m\u2019engloutis ! au secours, Dieu ! La mer
\nD\u00e9sob\u00e9it ! la mer envahit mon refuge !<\/p>\n

LE FLOT<\/p>\n

Tu me crois la mar\u00e9e, et je suis le d\u00e9luge.
\n\u00c9pilogue de l\u2019Ann\u00e9e Terrible.<\/em><\/p>\n

Tu l\u2019as dit : C\u2019en est fait ; ni fuite ni refuge
\nDevant l\u2019assaut prochain et furibond des flots.
\nIls avancent toujours. C\u2019est sur ce mot, D\u00e9luge,
\nPo\u00e8te de malheur, que ton livre s\u2019est clos.
\nMais comment osa-t-il \u00e9chapper \u00e0 ta bouche ?
\nAh ! pour le prononcer, m\u00eame au dernier moment,
\nIl fallait ton audace et ton ardeur farouche,
\nTant il est plein d\u2019horreur et d\u2019\u00e9pouvantement.
\nVous \u00eates avertis : c\u2019est une fin de monde
\nQue ces flux, ces rumeurs, ces agitations.
\nNous n\u2019en sommes encor qu\u2019aux menaces de l\u2019onde,
\n\u00c0 demain les fureurs et les destructions.<\/p>\n

D\u00e9j\u00e0 depuis longtemps, saisis de terreurs vagues,
\nNous regardions la mer qui soulevait son sein,
\nEt nous nous demandions : \u00ab Que veulent donc ces vagues ?
\nOn dirait qu\u2019elles ont quelque horrible dessein. \u00bb
\nTu viens de le trahir ce secret lamentable ;
\nGr\u00e2ce \u00e0 toi, nous savons \u00e0 quoi nous en tenir.
\nOui, le D\u00e9luge est l\u00e0, terrible, in\u00e9vitable ;
\nCe n\u2019est pas l\u2019appeler que de le voir venir.<\/p>\n

Pourtant, nous l\u2019avouerons, si toutes les col\u00e8res
\nDe ce vaste oc\u00e9an qui s\u2019agite et qui bout,
\nN\u2019allaient qu\u2019\u00e0 renverser quelques tours s\u00e9culaires
\nQue nous nous \u00e9tonnions de voir encor debout,
\nMonuments que le temps d\u00e9sagr\u00e8ge ou corrode,
\nEt qui nous inspiraient une secr\u00e8te horreur :
\nObstacles au progr\u00e8s, missel us\u00e9, vieux code,
\nO\u00f9 se r\u00e9fugiaient l\u2019injustice et l\u2019erreur,
\nDes autels d\u00e9labr\u00e9s, des tr\u00f4nes en d\u00e9combre
\nQui nous r\u00e9tr\u00e9cissaient \u00e0 dessein l\u2019horizon,
\nEt dont les d\u00e9bris seuls projetaient assez d\u2019ombre
\nPour retarder longtemps l\u2019humaine floraison,
\nNous aurions \u00e0 la mer d\u00e9j\u00e0 cri\u00e9 : \u00ab Courage !
\nCourage ! L\u2019\u0153uvre est bon que ton onde accomplit. \u00bb
\nMais quoi ! ne renverser qu\u2019un m\u00f4le ou qu\u2019un barrage ?
\nCe n\u2019est pas pour si peu qu\u2019elle sort de son lit.
\nSes flots, en s\u2019\u00e9lan\u00e7ant par-dessus toute cime,
\nN\u2019ob\u00e9issent, h\u00e9las ! qu\u2019\u00e0 d\u2019aveugles instincts.
\nD\u2019ailleurs, sachez-le bien, ces enfants de l\u2019ab\u00eeme,
\nPour venir de plus bas, n\u2019en sont que plus hautains.
\nRien ne satisfera leur convoitise immense.
\nDire : \u00ab Abattez ceci, mais respectez cela, \u00bb
\nN\u2019am\u00e8nerait en eux qu\u2019un surcro\u00eet de d\u00e9mence ;
\nOn ne fait point sa part \u00e0 cet Oc\u00e9an-l\u00e0.
\nCe qu\u2019il lui faut, c\u2019est tout. Le m\u00eame coup de houle
\nBalaiera sous les yeux de l\u2019homme \u00e9pouvant\u00e9
\nLe phare qui s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve et le temple qui croule,
\nCe qui voilait le jour ou donnait la clart\u00e9,
\nL\u2019obscure sacristie et le laboratoire,
\nLe droit nouveau, le droit divin et ses d\u00e9crets,
\nLe souterrain profond et le haut promontoire
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 nous avions d\u00e9j\u00e0 salu\u00e9 le Progr\u00e8s.
\nTout cela ne fera qu\u2019une ruine unique.
\nAvenir et pass\u00e9 s\u2019y vont amonceler.
\nOui, nous le proclamons, ton D\u00e9luge est inique :
\nIl ne renversera qu\u2019afin de niveler.
\nSi nous devons bient\u00f4t, des bas-fonds en d\u00e9lire,
\nLe voir s\u2019avancer, fier de tant d\u2019\u00e9croulements,
\nDu moins nous n\u2019aurons pas applaudi de la lyre
\nAu triomphe futur d\u2019ignobles \u00e9l\u00e9ments.
\nNous ne trouvons en nous que des accents fun\u00e8bres,
\nDepuis que nous savons l\u2019affreux secret des flots.
\nNous voulions la lumi\u00e8re, ils feront les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres ;
\nNous r\u00eavions l\u2019harmonie, et voici le chaos.<\/p>\n

Vieux monde, ab\u00eeme-toi, disparais, noble ar\u00e8ne
\nO\u00f9 jusqu\u2019au bout l\u2019Id\u00e9e envoya ses lutteurs,
\nO\u00f9 le penseur lui-m\u00eame, \u00e0 sa voix souveraine,
\nPour combattre au besoin, descendait des hauteurs.
\nTu ne m\u00e9ritais pas, certe, un tel cataclysme,
\nToi si fertile encore, \u00f4 vieux sol enchant\u00e9 !
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 pour faire jaillir des sources d\u2019h\u00e9ro\u00efsme,
\nIl suffisait d\u2019un mot, Patrie ou Libert\u00e9 !
\nUn oc\u00e9an fangeux va couvrir de ses lames
\nTes sillons o\u00f9 germaient de sublimes amours,
\nTerrain cher et sacr\u00e9, fait d\u2019alluvions d\u2019\u00e2mes,
\nEt qui ne demandais qu\u2019a t\u2019exhausser toujours.
\nQue penseront les cieux et que diront les astres,
\nQuand leurs rayons en vain chercheront tes sommets,
\nEt qu\u2019ils assisteront d\u2019en haut \u00e0 tes d\u00e9sastres,
\nEux qui croyaient pouvoir te sourire \u00e0 jamais ?
\nDe quel \u0153il verront-ils, du fond des mers sans borne,
\n\u00c0 la place o\u00f9 jadis s\u2019\u00e9talaient tes splendeurs,
\n\u00c9merger brusquement dans leur nudit\u00e9 morne,
\nDes continents nouveaux sans verdure et sans fleurs ?
\nAh ! si l\u2019attraction \u00e0 la c\u00e9leste vo\u00fbte
\nPar de fermes liens ne les attachait pas,
\nIls tomberaient du ciel ou changeraient de route,
\nPlut\u00f4t que d\u2019\u00e9clairer un pareil ici-bas.
\nNous que rien ne retient, nous, artistes qu\u2019enivre
\nL\u2019Id\u00e9al qu\u2019ardemment poursuit notre d\u00e9sir,
\nDu moins nous n\u2019aurons point la douleur de survivre
\nAu monde o\u00f9 nous avions esp\u00e9r\u00e9 le saisir.
\nNous serons les premiers que les vents et que l\u2019onde
\nEmporteront bris\u00e9s en balayant nos bords.
\nDans les gouffres ouverts d\u2019une mer furibonde,
\nN\u2019ayant pu les sauver, nous suivrons nos tr\u00e9sors.
\nApr\u00e8s tout, quand viendra l\u2019heure horrible et fatale,
\nEn plein d\u00e9cha\u00eenement d\u2019aveugles app\u00e9tits,
\nSous ces flots gros de haine et de rage brutale,
\nLes moins \u00e0 plaindre encor seront les engloutis.<\/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 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