Lorsque le passager, sur un vaisseau qui sombre,
\nEntend autour de lui les vagues retentir,
\nQu\u2019\u00e0 perte de regard la mer immense et sombre
\n\ufeffSe soul\u00e8ve pour l\u2019engloutir,<\/p>\n
Sans espoir de salut et quand le pont s\u2019entr\u2019ouvre,
\nParmi les m\u00e2ts bris\u00e9s, terrifi\u00e9, meurtri,
\nIl redresse son front hors du flot qui le couvre,
\n\ufeffEt pousse au large un dernier cri.<\/p>\n
Cri vain ! cri d\u00e9chirant ! L\u2019oiseau qui plane ou passe
\nAu del\u00e0 du nuage a frissonn\u00e9 d\u2019horreur,
\nEt les vents d\u00e9cha\u00een\u00e9s h\u00e9sitent dans l\u2019espace
\n\ufeff\u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9touffer sous leur clameur.<\/p>\n
Comme ce voyageur, en des mers inconnues,
\nJ\u2019erre et vais dispara\u00eetre au sein des flots hurlants ;
\nLe gouffre est \u00e0 mes pieds, sur ma t\u00eate les nues
\n\ufeffS\u2019amoncellent, la foudre aux flancs.<\/p>\n
Les ondes et les cieux autour de leur victime
\nLuttent d\u2019acharnement, de bruit, d\u2019obscurit\u00e9 ;
\nEn proie \u00e0 ces conflits, mon vaisseau sur l\u2019ab\u00eeme
\n\ufeffCourt sans boussole et d\u00e9m\u00e2t\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Mais ce sont d\u2019autres flots, c\u2019est un bien autre orage
\nQui livre des combats dans les airs t\u00e9n\u00e9breux ;
\nLa mer est plus profonde et surtout le naufrage
\n\ufeffPlus complet et plus d\u00e9sastreux.<\/p>\n
Jouet de l\u2019ouragan qui l\u2019emporte et le m\u00e8ne,
\nEncombr\u00e9 de tr\u00e9sors et d\u2019agr\u00e8s submerg\u00e9s,
\nCe navire perdu, mais c\u2019est la nef humaine,
\n\ufeffEt nous sommes les naufrag\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
L\u2019\u00e9quipage affol\u00e9 man\u0153uvre en vain dans l\u2019ombre ;
\nL\u2019\u00c9pouvante est \u00e0 bord, le D\u00e9sespoir, le Deuil ;
\nAssise au gouvernail, la Fatalit\u00e9 sombre
\n\ufeffLe dirige vers un \u00e9cueil.<\/p>\n
Moi, que sans mon aveu l\u2019aveugle Destin\u00e9e
\nEmbarqua sur l\u2019\u00e9trange et fr\u00eale b\u00e2timent,
\nJe ne veux pas non plus, muette et r\u00e9sign\u00e9e,
\n\ufeffSubir mon engloutissement.<\/p>\n
Puisque, dans la stupeur des d\u00e9tresses supr\u00eames,
\nMes p\u00e2les compagnons restent silencieux,
\n\u00c0 ma voix d\u2019enlever ces monceaux d\u2019anath\u00e8mes
\n\ufeffQui s\u2019amassent contre les cieux.<\/p>\n
Afin qu\u2019elle \u00e9clat\u00e2t d\u2019un jet plus \u00e9nergique,
\nJ\u2019ai, dans ma r\u00e9sistance \u00e0 l\u2019assaut des flots noirs,
\nDe tous les c\u0153urs en moi, comme en un centre unique,
\n\ufeffRassembl\u00e9 tous les d\u00e9sespoirs.<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019ils vibrent donc si fort, mes accents intr\u00e9pides,
\nQue ces m\u00eames cieux sourds en tressaillent surpris ;
\nLes airs n\u2019ont pas besoin, ni les vagues stupides,
\n\ufeffPour frissonner d\u2019avoir compris.<\/p>\n
Ah ! c\u2019est un cri sacr\u00e9 que tout cri d\u2019agonie :
\nIl proteste, il accuse au moment d\u2019expirer.
\nEh bien ! ce cri d\u2019angoisse et d\u2019horreur infinie,
\n\ufeffJe l\u2019ai jet\u00e9 ; je puis sombrer !<\/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":[349,379],"poete":[717],"class_list":["post-15828","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-197","poems-book-poesies-philosophiques","poemes-theme-condition-humaine","poemes-theme-mer","poete-louise-ackermann"],"yoast_head":"\n