Extrait<\/p>\n
\u2026 Tout logis est exil ; les villages champ\u00eatres,
\nSans portes et planchers, sans portes et fen\u00eatres,
\nFont une mine affreuse, ainsi que le corps mort
\nMontre, en montrant les os, que quelqu\u2019un lui fait tort.
\nLes loups et les renards et les b\u00eates sauvages
\nTiennent place d\u2019humains, poss\u00e8dent les villages,
\nSi bien qu\u2019en m\u00eame lieu o\u00f9, en paix, on eut soin
\nDe resserrer le pain, on y cueille le foin.
\nSi le rustique peut d\u00e9rober \u00e0 soi-m\u00eame
\nQuelque grain recel\u00e9 par une peine extr\u00eame,
\nEsp\u00e9rant sans espoir la fin de ses malheurs,
\nLors on peut voir coupler troupe de laboureurs,
\nEt d\u2019un soc attach\u00e9 faire place en la terre
\nPour y semer le bl\u00e9, le soutien de la guerre ;
\nEt puis, l\u2019an ensuivant, les mis\u00e9rables yeux
\nQui des sueurs du front trempaient, laborieux
\nQuand, subissant le joug des plus serviles b\u00eates,
\nLi\u00e9s comme des boeufs, ils se couplaient par t\u00eates,
\nVoyant d\u2019un \u00e9tranger la ravissante main
\nQui leur tire la vie et l\u2019espoir et le grain.
\nAlors, baign\u00e9s en pleurs, dans les bois ils retournent ;
\nAux aveugles rochers les afflig\u00e9s s\u00e9journent ;
\nIls vont souffrant la faim, qu\u2019ils portent doucement,
\nAu prix du d\u00e9plaisir et infernal tourment
\nQu\u2019ils sentirent jadis, quand leurs maisons remplies
\nDe d\u00e9mons acharn\u00e9s, s\u00e9pulcres de leurs vies,
\nLeur servaient de crottons, ou pendus par les doigts
\nA des cordons tranchants, ou attach\u00e9s au bois
\nEt couch\u00e9s dans le feu, ou de graisses flambantes
\nLes corps nus tenaill\u00e9s, ou les plaintes pressantes
\nDe leurs enfants pendus par les pieds, arrach\u00e9s
\nDu sein qu\u2019ils empoignaient, des t\u00e9tins ass\u00e9ch\u00e9s ;
\nOu bien, quand du soldat la di\u00e8te allouvie
\nTirait au lieu de pain de son h\u00f4te la vie,
\nVeng\u00e9, mais non saoul\u00e9, p\u00e8re et m\u00e8re meurtris
\nLaissaient dans les berceaux des enfants si petits
\nQu\u2019enserr\u00e9s de cimois, prisonniers dans leur couche,
\nIls mouraient par la faim : de l\u2019innocente bouche
\nL\u2019\u00e2me plaintive allait en un plus heureux lieu
\nEclater sa clameur au grand tr\u00f4ne de Dieu,
\nCependant que les Rois, par\u00e9s de leur substance,
\nEn pompes et festins trompaient leur conscience,
\n\u00c9toffaient leur grandeur des ruines d\u2019autrui,
\nGras du suc innocent, s\u2019\u00e9gayant de l\u2019ennui,
\nStupides, sans go\u00fbter ni piti\u00e9s ni merveilles,
\nPour les pleurs et les cris sans yeux et sans oreilles\u2026<\/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":[902],"poems-book":[891],"poemes-theme":[376,238],"poete":[796],"class_list":["post-16943","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-902","poems-book-les-tragiques","poemes-theme-malheur","poemes-theme-tristesse","poete-theodore-agrippa-daubigne"],"yoast_head":"\n