Prends garde \u00e0 Marchangy. La prose po\u00e9tique
\nEst une orni\u00e8re o\u00f9 geint le vieux P\u00e9gase \u00e9tique.
\nTout autant que le vers, certes, la prose a droit
\n\u00c0 la juste cadence, au rhythme divin ; soit ;
\nPourvu que, sans singer le m\u00e8tre, la cadence
\nS\u2019y cache et que le rhythme aust\u00e8re s\u2019y condense.
\nLa prose en vain essaie un essor assommant.
\nLe vers s\u2019envole au ciel tout naturellement ;
\nIl monte ; il est le vers ; je ne sais quoi de fr\u00eale
\nEt d\u2019\u00e9ternel, qui chante et plane et bat de l\u2019aile ;
\nIl se m\u00eale, farouche et l\u2019\u00e9clair dans les yeux,
\n\u00c0 toutes ces lueurs du ciel myst\u00e9rieux
\nQue l\u2019aube frissonnante emporte dans ses voiles.
\nQuand m\u00eame on la ferait danser jusqu\u2019aux \u00e9toiles,
\nLa prose, c\u2019est toujours le sermo pedestris.
\nTu crois \u00eatre Ariel et tu n\u2019es que Vestris.<\/p>\n
24 juillet 1859.<\/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":[459],"poems-book":[452],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9823","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-459","poems-book-les-quatre-vents-de-lesprit","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n