\u00d4 Kant, l\u2019\u00e2ne est un \u00e2ne et Kant n\u2019est qu\u2019un esprit.<\/p>\n
Nul n\u2019a jusqu\u2019\u00e0 pr\u00e9sent, hors Socrate et le Christ,
\nDans l\u2019ab\u00eeme o\u00f9 le fait infini se consomme,
\nCompris l\u2019ascension t\u00e9n\u00e9breuse de l\u2019homme.
\n\u00c0 force de songer son \u0153il s\u2019est \u00e9clairci ;
\nPlane plus haut encore, et tu sauras ceci :<\/p>\n
Tout marche au but ; tout sert ; il ne faut pas maudire.
\nLe bleu sort de la brume et le mieux sort du pire ;
\nPas un nuage n\u2019est au hasard r\u00e9pandu ;
\nPas un pli du rideau du temple n\u2019est perdu ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9ternelle splendeur lentement se d\u00e9voile.
\nLaisse passer l\u2019\u00e9clipse et tu verras l\u2019\u00e9toile !
\nLe tas des c\u00e9cit\u00e9s, morne, informe, fatal,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9blouissement pour fa\u00eete et pour total ;
\nLe Verbe a pour racine obscure les alg\u00e8bres ;
\nLes pas myst\u00e9rieux qu\u2019on fait dans les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres
\nSont les fr\u00e8res des pas qu\u2019on fera dans le jour ;
\nL\u2019essor peut commencer par l\u2019aile du vautour
\nEt se continuer avec l\u2019aile du cygne ;
\nDu fond de l\u2019id\u00e9al Dieu serein nous fait signe ;
\nEt, m\u00eame par le mal, par les fausses le\u00e7ons,
\nPar l\u2019horreur, par le deuil, \u00f4 Kant, nous avan\u00e7ons.
\nQuerelle, petitesse, ignorance savante,
\nTous ces degr\u00e9s abjects dont ton \u0153il s\u2019\u00e9pouvante,
\nSont les passages vils par o\u00f9 l\u2019on va plus haut ;
\nLa lettre sombre, \u00f4 Kant, forme un splendide mot ;
\nSans l\u2019\u00e9tage d\u2019en bas que serait l\u2019\u00e9difice ?
\nL\u2019homme fait son progr\u00e8s de ce qui fut son vice ;
\nLe mal transfigur\u00e9 par degr\u00e9s fait le bien.
\nNe d\u00e9sesp\u00e8re pas et ne condamne rien.
\nPour gravir le sublime et l\u2019incommensurable,
\nIl faut mettre ton pied dans ce trou mis\u00e9rable ;
\nUn chaos est l\u2019\u0153uf noir d\u2019un ciel ; toute beaut\u00e9
\nPour premi\u00e8re enveloppe a la difformit\u00e9 ;
\nL\u2019ange a pour chrysalide une hydre ; sache attendre ;
\nPenche sur ces laideurs ton c\u00f4t\u00e9 le plus tendre ;
\nC\u2019est par ces noirceurs-l\u00e0 que toi-m\u00eame es mont\u00e9.
\nDieu ne veut pas que rien, m\u00eame l\u2019obscurit\u00e9,
\nM\u00eame l\u2019erreur qui semble ou funeste ou futile,
\nQue rien puisse, en criant : Quoi, j\u2019\u00e9tais inutile !
\nDans le gouffre \u00e0 jamais retomber \u00e9perdu ;
\nEt le lien sacr\u00e9 du service rendu,
\n\u00c0 travers l\u2019ombre affreuse et la c\u00e9leste sph\u00e8re,
\nJoint l\u2019\u00e9chelon de nuit aux marches de lumi\u00e8re.<\/p>\n
4 octobre 1857.<\/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":[248],"poems-book":[451],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9807","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-248","poems-book-lane","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n