Victor Marie Hugo

(26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885 / Besancon / France)

Demain, Dès L'Aube... - Poem by Victor Marie Hugo

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Comments about Demain, Dès L'Aube... by Victor Marie Hugo

  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (6/1/2017 11:48:00 AM)

    People, this is the best poem in French literature, written by the best poet in French literature. In his time, I hate to admit that you cannot compare Victor Marie Hugo with Maya Angelo, Robert Frost or Pablo Neruba. This guy is 10+++++++++++++++++++. Thank you. I had to do him justice. (Report) Reply

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  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (9/24/2009 8:51:00 PM)

    I Just Want to Stare at You

    Angela, I just want to stare at you,
    ‘Cause of the power that you have on me.
    My heart starts racing at your view,
    Where my breathing patterns swing like a yoyo.

    Angelina, I just want to admire you,
    (Even though, I have great urge to kiss you) .
    You really turned my world around;
    You are my queen with the sparkling crown.

    I cannot help it; I cannot stop this fantasy,
    You are truly extraordinary and very fancy.
    Around you, my days become nights,
    Where I dream under the bright sun lights.

    My angel, as I look at you, I just want to exhale
    And inhale your beauty, your perfume,
    Your look, your smile and your soul;
    Without touching, I just want to dream.

    You are la crème de la crème, the cream of the cream,
    My mellifluous Queen, I simply want to dream.
    Innocently and religiously, I just want to stare at you,
    Blow kisses and throw flowers at your statue.

    Copyright © September 24,2009 Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
    Hébert Logerie is the author of:
    “Mounts and Valleys of Love” and “ Monts et Vallées de l’Amour”

    P.S. This poem is dedicated to Victor M. Hugo, the best French Poet.
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  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (9/24/2009 8:23:00 PM)

    This is the poem that brings a combination of tears and joy in my heart.
    This is the best poem ever written.
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  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (2/3/2009 9:43:00 PM)

    Le plus grand poète Français! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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