Il est l\u2019affection et le pr\u00e9sent puisqu\u2019il a fait la maison ouverte \u00e0 l\u2019hiver \u00e9cumeux et \u00e0 la rumeur de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9, lui qui a purifi\u00e9 les boissons et les aliments, lui qui est le charme des lieux fuyants et le d\u00e9lice surhumain des stations. Il est l\u2019affection et l\u2019avenir, la force et l\u2019amour que nous, debout dans les rages et les ennuis, nous voyons passer dans le ciel de temp\u00eate et les drapeaux d\u2019extase.<\/p>\n
Il est l\u2019amour, mesure parfaite et r\u00e9invent\u00e9e, raison merveilleuse et impr\u00e9vue, et l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 : machine aim\u00e9e des qualit\u00e9s fatales. Nous avons tous eu l\u2019\u00e9pouvante de sa concession et de la n\u00f4tre : \u00f4 jouissance de notre sant\u00e9, \u00e9lan de nos facult\u00e9s, affection \u00e9go\u00efste et passion pour lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie\u2026<\/p>\n
Et nous nous le rappelons et il voyage\u2026 Et si l\u2019Adoration s\u2019en va, sonne, sa promesse sonne : \u00ab Arri\u00e8re ces superstitions, ces anciens corps, ces m\u00e9nages et ces \u00e2ges. C\u2019est cette \u00e9poque-ci qui a sombr\u00e9 ! \u00bb<\/p>\n
Il ne s\u2019en ira pas, il ne redescendra pas d\u2019un ciel, il n\u2019accomplira pas la r\u00e9demption des col\u00e8res de femmes et des ga\u00eet\u00e9s des hommes et de tout ce p\u00e9ch\u00e9 : car c\u2019est fait, lui \u00e9tant, et \u00e9tant aim\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 ses souffles, ses t\u00eates, ses courses ; la terrible c\u00e9l\u00e9rit\u00e9 de la perfection des formes et de l\u2019action.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 f\u00e9condit\u00e9 de l\u2019esprit et immensit\u00e9 de l\u2019univers !<\/p>\n
Son corps ! Le d\u00e9gagement r\u00eav\u00e9, le brisement de la gr\u00e2ce crois\u00e9e de violence nouvelle !<\/p>\n
Sa vue, sa vue ! tous les agenouillages anciens et les peines relev\u00e9s \u00e0 sa suite.<\/p>\n
Son jour ! l\u2019abolition de toutes souffrances sonores et mouvantes dans la musique plus intense.<\/p>\n
Son pas ! les migrations plus \u00e9normes que les anciennes invasions.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 Lui et nous ! l\u2019orgueil plus bienveillant que les charit\u00e9s perdues.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 monde ! et le chant clair des malheurs nouveaux !<\/p>\n
Il nous a connus tous et nous a tous aim\u00e9s. Sachons, cette nuit d\u2019hiver, de cap en cap, du p\u00f4le tumultueux au ch\u00e2teau, de la foule \u00e0 la plage, de regards en regards, forces et sentiments las, le h\u00e9ler et le voir, et le renvoyer, et sous les mar\u00e9es et au haut des d\u00e9serts de neige, suivre ses vues, ses souffles, son corps, son jour.<\/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":[201],"poems-book":[194],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[191],"class_list":["post-2063","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-201","poems-book-illuminations","poete-arthur-rimbaud"],"yoast_head":"\n