Oui, c'est une montée âpre, longue et poudreuse,
Un revers décharné, vrai site de Chartreuse.
Les pierres du chemin, qui croulent sous les pieds,
Trompent à chaque instant les pas mal appuyés.
Pas un brin d'herbe vert, pas une teinte fraîche ;
On ne voit que des murs bâtis en pierre sèche,
Des groupes contrefaits d'oliviers rabougris,
Au feuillage malsain couleur de vert-de-gris,
Des pentes au soleil que nulle fleur n'égaie,
Des roches de granit et des ravins de craie,
Et l'on se sent le coeur de tristesse serré...
Mais, quand on est en haut, coup d'oeil inespéré !
L'on aperçoit là-bas, dans le bleu de la plaine,
L'église où dort le Cid près de doña Chimène !


About Theophile Gautier


Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier (August 30, 1811 – October 23, 1872) was a French poet, dramatist, novelist, journalist, and literary critic. While Gautier was an ardent defender of Romanticism, his work is difficult to classify and remains a point of reference for many subsequent literary traditions such as Parnassianism, Symbolism, Decadence and Modernism. He was widely esteemed by writers as diverse as Balzac, Baudelaire, the Goncourt brothers, Flaubert and Oscar Wilde. Towards the end of 1830, Gautier began to frequent meetings of Le Petit Cénacle, a group of artists who met in the studio of Jehan Du Seigneur. The group... Read more...

Poet of the day

Katherine Fowler was born on New Year's day, 1631 in London, England. Her father, John Fowler, was a Presbyterian merchant. Katherine was educated at one of the Hackney boarding-schools, where she became fluent in several languages. After the death of John Fowler, Katherine's mother married a Welshman, Hector Philips, and,...
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Poem of the day


One lovely name adorns my song,
And, dwelling in the heart,
Forever falters at the tongue,
And trembles to depart.


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