Qu\u2019est-ce que cette terre ? Une temp\u00eate d\u2019\u00e2mes.
\nDans cette ombre, o\u00f9, nochers errants, nous n\u2019abord\u00e2mes
\nJamais qu\u2019\u00e0 des \u00e9cueils, les prenant pour des ports ;
\nDans l\u2019orage des cris, des d\u00e9sirs, des transports,
\nDes amours, des douleurs, des v\u0153ux, tas de nu\u00e9es ;
\nDans les fuyants baisers de ces prostitu\u00e9es
\nQue nous nommons fortune, ambition, succ\u00e8s ;
\nDevant Job qui, souffrant, dit : Qu\u2019est-ce que je sais ?
\nEt Pascal qui, tremblant, dit : Qu\u2019est-ce que je pense ?
\nDans cette monstrueuse et f\u00e9roce d\u00e9pense
\nDe papes, de c\u00e9sars, de rois, que fait Satan ;
\nEn pr\u00e9sence du sort tournant son cabestan
\nPar qui toujours \u2014 de l\u00e0 l\u2019effroi des philosophes \u2014
\nSortent des m\u00eames flots les m\u00eames catastrophes ;
\nDans ce n\u00e9ant qui mord, dans ce chaos qui ment,
\nCe que l\u2019homme finit par voir distinctement,
\nC\u2019est, par-dessus nos deuils, nos chutes, nos descentes,
\nLa souverainet\u00e9 des choses innocentes.
\n\u00c9tant donn\u00e9s le c\u0153ur humain, l\u2019esprit humain,
\nNotre hier t\u00e9n\u00e9breux, notre obscur lendemain,
\nToutes les guerres, tous les chocs, toutes les haines,
\nNotre progr\u00e8s coup\u00e9 d\u2019un tra\u00eenement de cha\u00eenes,
\nPartout quelque remords, m\u00eame chez les meilleurs,
\nEt par les vents soufflant du fond des cieux en pleurs
\nLa foule des vivants sans fin boulevers\u00e9e,
\nCerte, il est salutaire et bon pour la pens\u00e9e,
\nSous l\u2019entre-croisement de tant de noirs rameaux,
\nDe contempler parfois, \u00e0 travers tous nos maux
\nQui sont entre le ciel et nous comme des voiles,
\nUne profonde paix toute faite d\u2019\u00e9toiles ;
\nC\u2019est \u00e0 cela que Dieu songeait quand il a mis
\nLes po\u00e8tes aupr\u00e8s des berceaux endormis.<\/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":[443],"poems-book":[447],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9676","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-lart-detre-grand-pere","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n