Le jeune homme dont l\u2019\u0153il est brillant, la peau brune,
\nLe beau corps de vingt ans qui devrait aller nu,
\nEt qu\u2019e\u00fbt, le front cercl\u00e9 de cuivre, sous la lune
\nAdor\u00e9, dans la Perse, un G\u00e9nie inconnu,<\/p>\n
Imp\u00e9tueux avec des douceurs virginales
\nEt noires, fier de ses premiers ent\u00eatements,
\nPareil aux jeunes mers, pleurs de nuits estivales
\nQui se retournent sur des lits de diamants ;<\/p>\n
Le jeune homme, devant les laideurs de ce monde
\nTressaille dans son c\u0153ur largement irrit\u00e9,
\nEt plein de la blessure \u00e9ternelle et profonde,
\nSe prend \u00e0 d\u00e9sirer sa s\u0153ur de charit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Mais, \u00f4 Femme, monceau d\u2019entrailles, piti\u00e9 douce,
\nTu n\u2019es jamais la s\u0153ur de charit\u00e9, jamais,
\nNi regard noir, ni ventre o\u00f9 dort une ombre rousse,
\nNi doigts l\u00e9gers, ni seins splendidement form\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Aveugle irr\u00e9veill\u00e9e aux immenses prunelles,
\nTout notre embrassement n\u2019est qu\u2019une question :
\nC\u2019est toi qui pends \u00e0 nous, porteuse de mamelles,
\nNous te ber\u00e7ons, charmante et grave Passion.<\/p>\n
Tes haines, tes torpeurs fixes, tes d\u00e9faillances,
\nEt les brutalit\u00e9s souffertes autrefois,
\nTu nous rends tout, \u00f4 Nuit pourtant sans malveillances
\nComme un exc\u00e8s de sang \u00e9panch\u00e9 tous les mois.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Quand la femme, port\u00e9e un instant, l\u2019\u00e9pouvante,
\nAmour, appel de vie et chanson d\u2019action,
\nViennent la Muse verte et la Justice ardente
\nLe d\u00e9chirer de leur auguste obsession.<\/p>\n
Ah ! sans cesse alt\u00e9r\u00e9 des splendeurs et des calmes,
\nD\u00e9laiss\u00e9 des deux S\u0153urs implacables, geignant
\nAvec tendresse apr\u00e8s la science aux bras almes,
\nIl porte \u00e0 la nature en fleur son front saignant.<\/p>\n
Mais la noire alchimie et les saintes \u00e9tudes
\nR\u00e9pugnent au bless\u00e9, sombre savant d\u2019orgueil ;
\nIl sent marcher sur lui d\u2019atroces solitudes.
\nAlors, et toujours beau, sans d\u00e9go\u00fbt du cercueil,<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019il croie aux vastes fins, R\u00eaves ou Promenades
\nImmenses, \u00e0 travers les nuits de V\u00e9rit\u00e9,
\nEt t\u2019appelle en son \u00e2me et ses membres malades,
\n\u00d4 Mort myst\u00e9rieuse, \u00f4 s\u0153ur de charit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Juin 1871.<\/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":[198],"poems-book":[195],"poemes-theme":[425],"poete":[191],"class_list":["post-4557","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-198","poems-book-poesies-rimbaud","poemes-theme-solidarite","poete-arthur-rimbaud"],"yoast_head":"\n