Un long silence pend de l\u2019immobile nue.
\nLa neige, bossuant ses plis amoncel\u00e9s,
\nLinceul rigide, \u00e9treint les oc\u00e9ans gel\u00e9s.
\nLa face de la terre est absolument nue.<\/p>\n
Point de villes, dont l\u2019\u00e2ge a rompu les \u00e9tais,
\nQui s\u2019effondrent par blocs confus que mord le lierre.
\nDes lieux o\u00f9 tournoyait l\u2019active fourmili\u00e8re
\nPas un d\u00e9bris qui parle et qui dise : J\u2019\u00e9tais !<\/p>\n
Ni sonnantes for\u00eats, ni mers des vents battues.
\nVraiment, la race humaine et tous les animaux
\nDu sinistre anath\u00e8me ont \u00e9puis\u00e9 les maux.
\nLes temps sont accomplis : les choses se sont tues.<\/p>\n
Comme, du fa\u00eete plat d\u2019un grand s\u00e9pulcre ancien,
\nLa lampe dont bl\u00eamit la lueur vagabonde,
\nPlein d\u2019ennui, palpitant sur le d\u00e9sert du monde,
\nLe soleil qui se meurt regarde et ne voit rien.<\/p>\n
Un monstre insatiable a d\u00e9vor\u00e9 la vie.
\nAstres resplendissants des cieux, soyez t\u00e9moins !
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 vous de fr\u00e9mir, car ici-bas, du moins,
\nL\u2019affreux spectre, la goule horrible est assouvie.<\/p>\n
Vertu, douleur, pens\u00e9e, esp\u00e9rance, remords,
\nAmour qui traversais l\u2019univers d\u2019un coup d\u2019aile,
\nQu\u2019\u00eates-vous devenus ? L\u2019\u00e2me, qu\u2019a-t-on fait d\u2019elle ?
\nQu\u2019a-t-on fait de l\u2019esprit silencieux des morts ?<\/p>\n
Tout ! Tout a disparu, sans \u00e9chos et sans traces,
\nAvec le souvenir du monde jeune et beau.
\nLes si\u00e8cles ont scell\u00e9 dans le m\u00eame tombeau
\nL\u2019illusion divine et la rumeur des races.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 Soleil ! vieil ami des antiques chanteurs,
\nP\u00e8re des bois, des bl\u00e9s, des fleurs et des ros\u00e9es,
\n\u00c9teins donc brusquement tes flammes \u00e9puis\u00e9es,
\nComme un feu de berger perdu sur les hauteurs.<\/p>\n
Que tardes-tu ? La terre est dess\u00e9ch\u00e9e et morte :
\nFais comme elle, va, meurs ! Pourquoi survivre encor ?
\nLes globes d\u00e9tach\u00e9s de ta ceinture d\u2019or
\nVolent, poussi\u00e8re \u00e9parse, au vent qui les emporte.<\/p>\n
Et, d\u2019heure en heure aussi, vous vous engloutirez,
\n\u00d4 tourbillonnements d\u2019\u00e9toiles \u00e9perdues,
\nDans l\u2019incommensurable effroi des \u00e9tendues,
\nDans les gouffres muets et noirs des cieux sacr\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Et ce sera la Nuit aveugle, la grande Ombre
\nInforme, dans son vide et sa st\u00e9rilit\u00e9,
\nL\u2019ab\u00eeme pacifique o\u00f9 g\u00eet la vanit\u00e9
\nDe ce qui fut le temps et l\u2019espace et le nombre.<\/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":[921],"poems-book":[813],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[730],"class_list":["post-15949","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-921","poems-book-poemes-barbares","poete-charles-leconte-de-lisle"],"yoast_head":"\n