Dites, pourquoi, dans l\u2019insondable
\n\ufeffAu mur d\u2019airain,
\nDans l\u2019obscurit\u00e9 formidable
\n\ufeffDu ciel serein,<\/p>\n
Pourquoi, dans ce grand sanctuaire
\n\ufeffSourd et b\u00e9ni,
\nPourquoi, sous l\u2019immense suaire
\n\ufeffDe l\u2019infini,<\/p>\n
Enfouir vos lois \u00e9ternelles
\n\ufeffEt vos clart\u00e9s ?
\nVous savez bien que j\u2019ai des ailes,
\n\ufeff\u00d4 v\u00e9rit\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
Pourquoi vous cachez-vous dans l\u2019ombre
\n\ufeffQui nous confond ?
\nPourquoi fuyez-vous l\u2019homme sombre
\n\ufeffAu vol profond ?<\/p>\n
Que le mal d\u00e9truise ou b\u00e2tisse,
\n\ufeffRampe ou soit roi,
\nTu sais bien que j\u2019irai, justice,
\n\ufeffJ\u2019irai vers toi !<\/p>\n
Beaut\u00e9 sainte, Id\u00e9al qui germes
\n\ufeffChez les souffrants,
\nToi par qui les esprits sont fermes
\n\ufeffEt les c\u0153urs grands,<\/p>\n
Vous le savez, vous que j\u2019adore,
\n\ufeffAmour, raison,
\nQui vous levez comme l\u2019aurore
\n\ufeffSur l\u2019horizon,<\/p>\n
Foi, ceinte d\u2019un cercle d\u2019\u00e9toiles,
\n\ufeffDroit, bien de tous,
\nJ\u2019irai, libert\u00e9 qui te voiles,
\n\ufeffJ\u2019irai vers vous !<\/p>\n
Vous avez beau, sans fin, sans borne,
\n\ufeffLueurs de Dieu,
\nHabiter la profondeur morne
\n\ufeffDu gouffre bleu,<\/p>\n
\u00c2me \u00e0 l\u2019ab\u00eeme habitu\u00e9e
\n\ufeffD\u00e8s le berceau,
\nJe n\u2019ai pas peur de la nu\u00e9e ;
\n\ufeffJe suis oiseau.<\/p>\n
Je suis oiseau comme cet \u00eatre
\n\ufeffQu\u2019Amos r\u00eavait,
\nQue saint-Marc voyait appara\u00eetre
\n\ufeff\u00c0 son chevet,<\/p>\n
Qui m\u00ealait sur sa t\u00eate fi\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffDans les rayons,
\nL\u2019aile de l\u2019aigle \u00e0 la crini\u00e8re
\n\ufeffDes grands lions.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai des ailes. J\u2019aspire au fa\u00eete ;
\n\ufeffMon vol est s\u00fbr ;
\nJ\u2019ai des ailes pour la temp\u00eate
\n\ufeffEt pour l\u2019azur.<\/p>\n
Je gravis les marches sans nombre.
\n\ufeffJe veux savoir,
\nQuand la science serait sombre
\n\ufeffComme le soir !<\/p>\n
Vous savez bien que l\u2019\u00e2me affronte
\n\ufeffCe noir degr\u00e9,
\nEt que, si haut qu\u2019il faut qu\u2019on monte,
\n\ufeffJ\u2019y monterai !<\/p>\n
Vous savez bien que l\u2019\u00e2me est forte
\n\ufeffEt ne craint rien
\nQuand le souffle de Dieu l\u2019emporte !
\n\ufeffVous savez bien<\/p>\n
Que j\u2019irai jusqu\u2019aux bleus pilastres,
\n\ufeffEt que mon pas,
\nSur l\u2019\u00e9chelle qui monte aux astres,
\n\ufeffNe tremble pas !<\/p>\n
L\u2019homme en cette \u00e9poque agit\u00e9e,
\n\ufeffSombre oc\u00e9an,
\nDoit faire comme Prom\u00e9th\u00e9e
\n\ufeffEt comme Adam.<\/p>\n
Il doit ravir au ciel aust\u00e8re
\n\ufeffL\u2019\u00e9ternel feu ;
\nConqu\u00e9rir son propre myst\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffEt voler Dieu.<\/p>\n
L\u2019homme a besoin, dans sa chaumi\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffDes vents battu,
\nD\u2019une loi qui soit sa lumi\u00e8re
\n\ufeffEt sa vertu.<\/p>\n
Toujours ignorance et mis\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffL\u2019homme en vain fuit,
\nLe sort le tient ; toujours la serre !
\n\ufeffToujours la nuit !<\/p>\n
Il faut que le peuple s\u2019arrache
\n\ufeffAu dur d\u00e9cret,
\nEt qu\u2019enfin ce grand martyr sache
\n\ufeffLe grand secret.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u2019amour, dans l\u2019\u00e8re obscure
\n\ufeffQui va finir,
\nDessine la vague figure
\n\ufeffDe l\u2019avenir.<\/p>\n
Les lois de nos destins sur terre,
\n\ufeffDieu les \u00e9crit ;
\nEt, si ces lois sont le myst\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffJe suis l\u2019esprit.<\/p>\n
Je suis celui que rien n\u2019arr\u00eate,
\n\ufeffCelui qui va,
\nCelui dont l\u2019\u00e2me est toujours pr\u00eate
\n\ufeff\u00c0 J\u00e9hovah ;<\/p>\n
Je suis le po\u00ebte farouche,
\n\ufeffL\u2019homme devoir,
\nLe souffle des douleurs, la bouche
\n\ufeffDu clairon noir ;<\/p>\n
Le r\u00eaveur qui sur ses registres
\n\ufeffMet les vivants,
\nQui m\u00eale des strophes sinistres
\n\ufeffAux quatre vents ;<\/p>\n
Le songeur ail\u00e9, l\u2019\u00e2pre athl\u00e8te
\n\ufeffAu bras nerveux,
\nEt je tra\u00eenerais la com\u00e8te
\n\ufeffPar les cheveux.<\/p>\n
Donc, les lois de notre probl\u00e8me,
\n\ufeffJe les aurai ;
\nJ\u2019irai vers elles, penseur bl\u00eame,
\n\ufeffMage effar\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Pourquoi cacher ces lois profondes ?
\n\ufeffRien n\u2019est mur\u00e9.
\nDans vos flammes et dans vos ondes
\n\ufeffJe passerai ;<\/p>\n
J\u2019irai lire la grande bible ;
\n\ufeffJ\u2019entrerai nu
\nJusqu\u2019au tabernacle terrible
\n\ufeffDe l\u2019inconnu,<\/p>\n
Jusqu\u2019au seuil de l\u2019ombre et du vide,
\n\ufeffGouffres ouverts
\nQue garde la meute livide
\n\ufeffDes noirs \u00e9clairs,<\/p>\n
Jusqu\u2019aux portes visionnaires
\n\ufeffDu ciel sacr\u00e9 ;
\nEt, si vous aboyez, tonnerres,
\n\ufeffJe rugirai.<\/p>\n
Au dolmen de Rozel, janvier 1853.<\/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":[224],"poems-book":[225],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9283","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-224","poems-book-les-contemplations","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n