Ne sois pas étonné si la foule, ô poète,
Dédaigne de gravir ton oeuvre jusqu'au faîte ;
La foule est comme l'eau qui fuit les hauts sommets,
Où le niveau n'est pas, elle ne vient jamais.
Donc, sans prendre à lui plaire une peine perdue,
Ne fais pas d'escalier à ta pensée ardue :
Une rampe aux boiteux ne rend pas le pied sûr.
Que le pic solitaire escalade l'azur,
L'aigle saura l'atteindre avec un seul coup d'aile,
Et posera son pied sur la neige éternelle,
La neige immaculée, au pur reflet d'argent,
Pour que Dieu, dans son oeuvre allant et voyageant,
Comprenne que toujours on fréquente les cimes
Et qu'on monte au sommet des poèmes sublimes.


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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