Tyrannie ! escalier qui dans le mal descend
\nObscur, vertigineux, fatal, croulant, glissant !
\nToutes les marches vont d\u00e9croissant de lumi\u00e8re ;
\nEt malheur \u00e0 qui met le pied sur la premi\u00e8re !
\nC\u2019est la spirale inf\u00e2me et tra\u00eetre aboutissant
\n\u00c0 l\u2019ombre, et vous teignant les semelles de sang.
\nLa conscience aveugle y m\u00e8ne l\u2019\u00e2me sourde.
\n\u00c0 chaque pas qu\u2019on fait, la chair devient plus lourde ;
\nL\u2019animal sur l\u2019esprit p\u00e8se de plus en plus,
\nEt l\u2019on se sent du souffle universel exclus ;
\nAujourd\u2019hui c\u2019est la faute et demain c\u2019est le crime ;
\nOn tuera demain ceux qu\u2019aujourd\u2019hui l\u2019on opprime.<\/p>\n
Et l\u2019on descend ainsi que dans un r\u00eave ; et l\u2019air
\nEst plein de visions ; et, dans un bl\u00eame \u00e9clair,
\nTous les masques qui sont l\u2019\u00e9pouvante du monde,
\nLe l\u00e2che, le f\u00e9lon, le f\u00e9roce, l\u2019immonde,
\nDes profils effar\u00e9s et des visages fous
\nFlottent\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 C\u2019est toi, Ca\u00efn ? Noirs C\u00e9sars, est-ce vous ?
\nL\u2019odeur des encensoirs aux odeurs d\u2019ossuaires
\nSe m\u00eale, et, dans les plis des longs draps mortuaires,
\nTous les spectres sont l\u00e0, sous l\u2019affreux firmament,
\nMontant et descendant ces degr\u00e9s lentement ;
\nChaque \u00e2me de tyran, mis\u00e9rable, est leur antre ;
\nAgrippine au flanc nu criant : Frappe le ventre !
\nNinus, S\u00e9miramis, Achab et J\u00e9zabel,
\nMolay, jetant sa cendre \u00e0 Philippe le Bel,
\nAgn\u00e8s la r\u00e9prouv\u00e9e et l\u2019excommuni\u00e9e,
\nBerthe par la tenaille ardente mani\u00e9e,
\nStuart sans t\u00eate, Albrecht sans langue, et M\u00e9dicis,
\nAvec la Messaline et l\u2019Alexandre Six,
\nR\u00f4dent lugubrement le long de cette rampe ;
\nLady Macbeth y cache avec ses doigts sa lampe ;
\nMaude y t\u00e2te le corps de son p\u00e8re encor chaud ;
\nUn effrayant cheval y tra\u00eene Brunehaut
\nEt lui fait rebondir la t\u00eate \u00e0 chaque marche ;
\nEt Cyrus, Josu\u00e9, le sanglant patriarche,
\nAlaric, massacrant les peuples \u00e0 genoux,
\nPassent en vous disant : R\u00e8gne, et fais comme nous.
\nChaque forfait vous parle et dit : Suis mon exemple.
\nOn est dans un s\u00e9pulcre, on se croit dans un temple.
\nChaque marche, \u00f4 terreur ! vivante sous vos pas,
\nVous pousse affreusement vers la marche d\u2019en bas.
\n\u2014 Descends, Charles ! Descends, Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric ! Descends, Pierre !
\nDeviens de plomb, deviens d\u2019acier, deviens de pierre !
\nLe sang des bons apr\u00e8s le sang des innocents !
\nR\u00e8gne ! plus bas ! plus bas ! descends ! descends ! descends ! \u2014<\/p>\n
Se retenir ? comment ? Remonter ? impossible !
\nEt l\u2019on descend ; le jour, de moins en moins visible,
\nS\u2019\u00e9teint sur les degr\u00e9s hideux ; et pas d\u2019amis,
\nPas de remords, ou bien des remords endormis,
\nPas d\u2019astre, aucun appui, nul guide, les cieux vides,
\nLe gouffre ; et l\u2019on entend ronfler les Eum\u00e9nides.<\/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":[460],"poems-book":[449],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9769","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-460","poems-book-la-pitie-supreme","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n