Nouvelles histoires extraordinaires

By Edgar Allan Poe

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en avoir d'autre, et aucun poëme ne sera
si grand, si noble, si véritablement digne du nom de poëme, que celui
qui aura été écrit uniquement pour le plaisir d'écrire un poëme.

Je ne veux pas dire que la poésie n'ennoblisse pas les moeurs,--qu'on me
comprenne bien,--que son résultat final ne soit pas d'élever l'homme
au-dessus du niveau des intérêts vulgaires; ce serait évidemment une
absurdité. Je dis que si le poëte a poursuivi un but moral, il a diminué
sa force poétique; et il n'est pas imprudent de parier que son oeuvre
sera mauvaise. La poésie ne peut pas, sous peine de mort ou de
défaillance, s'assimiler à la science ou à la morale; elle n'a pas la
Vérité pour objet, elle n'a qu'Elle-même. Les modes de démonstration de
vérité sont autres et sont ailleurs. La Vérité n'a rien à faire avec les
chansons. Tout ce qui fait le charme, la grâce, l'irrésistible d'une
chanson enlèverait à la Vérité son autorité et son pouvoir. Froide,
calme, impassible, l'humeur démonstrative repousse les diamants et les
fleurs de la Muse; elle est donc absolument l'inverse de l'humeur
poétique.

L'intellect pur vise à la Vérité, le Goût nous montre la Beauté, et le
Sens moral nous enseigne le Devoir. Il est vrai que le sens du milieu a
d'intimes connexions avec les deux extrêmes, et il n'est séparé du Sens
moral que par une si légère différence qu'Aristote n'a pas hésité à
ranger parmi les vertus quelques-unes de ses délicates opérations.
Aussi, ce qui exaspère surtout l'homme de goût dans le spectacle du
vice, c'est sa difformité, sa disproportion. Le vice porte atteinte au
juste et au vrai, révolte l'intellect et la conscience; mais, comme
outrage à l'harmonie, comme dissonance, il blessera plus
particulièrement certains esprits poétiques; et je ne crois pas qu'il
soit scandalisant de considérer toute infraction à la morale, au beau
moral, comme une espèce de faute contre le rythme et la prosodie
universels.

C'est cet admirable, cet immortel instinct du Beau qui nous fait
considérer la terre et ses spectacles comme un aperçu, comme une
correspondance du Ciel. La soif insatiable de tout ce qui est au delà,
et que révèle la vie, est la preuve la plus vivante de notre
immortalité. C'est à la fois par la poésie et _à travers_ la poésie, par
et _à travers_la musique que l'âme entrevoit les splendeurs situées
derrière le tombeau; et quand un poëme exquis amène les larmes au bord
des yeux, ces larmes ne sont pas la preuve d'un excès de jouissance,
elles sont bien plutôt le témoignage d'une mélancolie irritée, d'une
postulation des nerfs, d'une nature exilée

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