The grave said to the rose:
“With the tears that dawn sprinkles upon you
What do you make, flower of love?”
The rose said to the tomb:
“What do you make of those who fall
In your ever-open abyss?”
The rose said, “sombre tomb,
From these tears I make in the shade
A fragrance of amber and of honey.”
The tomb said, “wistful flower,
From each soul that arrives to me
I make an angel in heaven.”
Note: The poem has been published on the eve of the Birth Anniversary of the eminent poet Victor-Marie Hugo as a tribute by The Literary Mirror.
Victor-Marie Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, novelist, essayist, playwright, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. During a literary career that spanned more than sixty years, he wrote abundantly in an exceptional variety of genres: lyrics, satires, epics, philosophical poems, epigrams, novels, history, critical essays, political speeches, funeral orations, diaries, and letters public and private, as well as dramas in verse and prose. Hugo is considered to be one of the greatest and best-known French writers.
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