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Tomorrow, At Dawn- Demain, des l'aube

French Version - Demain, dès l'aube by Victor 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. Translation to English- Tomorrow, at Dawn- by Victor Hugo Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens, I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me. I will go through the forest and over the mountains. I cannot stay far from you any longer. I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts, Ignoring everything around me, without hearing a sound, Alone, unknown, back stooped, hands crossed, Saddened, and the day will be like night for me. I will neither see the golden glow of the falling evening, Nor the sails going down to Harfleur in the distance, And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather. Inspired me to write -Wilted, Are My Flowers I open the ornate gate of the cemetery that creaks and moans, the path I follow is old and worn, trees ancient and beautiful sway, and birds sing a thousand songs but my head is low in grief, oh, it took me all day to arrive and my flowers are now wilted. I take the path that leads me to my beloved's as the sun falls, the cemetery is all peace and quiet and my heart is heavy, I remember every detail of every death like it was yesterday, and since then my days sometimes are dark as night. The dusk is lovely and the sunset painted by God himself, but I see none of this as I stand weeping at the family tomb, lost in my reverie of memories and my forever sorrow, finally, I place my wilted roses down and turn away. _____________________ November 8, 2021 Poetry/Verse/Wilted, Are My Flowers Copyright Protected, ID 11-1405-332-08 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France French Poet Victor Hugo, 1857 from his series, Les Contemplations, his poem, Demain, les l'auble Translation - Wikipedia Written for the Standard contest, Inspired by a Translation sponsor, Malabika Ray Choudhury, Judged 12/12/2021 First Place

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Date: 12/14/2021 5:27:00 AM
Congratulations, Dear Constance, on your well-deserved win. You created such an enchanting poem inspired by Victor Hugo. It's a gem. Thank you for participating. Love ~ Mala
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Date: 12/14/2021 7:36:00 AM
Mala, thank you for the inspiration and the contest and for my fine placement and the compliment on my poem inspired by Victor Hugo's poem, and for the congratulations, love and serenity _Constance
Date: 12/13/2021 9:40:00 PM
A very beautiful work. Congratulations!
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Date: 12/14/2021 7:37:00 AM
Christuraj, thanks for the compliment and congratulations ~ peace and tranquility _Constance
Date: 12/13/2021 4:23:00 PM
Your poems are excellent; I like the French language, which is my native language, but I have never had the confidence to create poetry in it. Congratulations on achieving a well-deserved victory. Greetings, dear friend.
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Date: 12/13/2021 4:30:00 PM
Lasaad, thanks for the compliment, comment and congratulations ~ peace and tranquility _Constance
Date: 12/13/2021 10:33:00 AM
I felt the chill of sorrow in reading your words, Constance. I know you've suffered the loss of loved ones, but I hope writing of your sadness can somehow ease you pain, even just a little. Congratulations on having written another winner.
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Date: 12/13/2021 12:45:00 PM
Lin, thank you for the congratulations and the compliment on my poem. For me writing my sorrow is a release of sorts though I know I can never erase it and accept that it will be part of me until my own last breath ~ love and serenity _Constance
Date: 12/13/2021 9:07:00 AM
Your poems are so beautiful, I cried. I love the french language ~ tried so hard to learn. Not easy :) Your poem is so heartfelt and sad; so well thought out. Congratulations on First Place
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Date: 12/13/2021 12:47:00 PM
Ann, thanks for the compliment and the congratulations. I enjoyed doing this challenge so much, I really put my heart into it ~ love and serenity _Constance
Date: 12/13/2021 8:02:00 AM
Congratulations on your win with your "Wilted, Are My Flowers" write. Love your line, "The dusk is lovely and the sunset painted by God himself." So true. I have said this a million time. God has a great paint brush. Have a blessed day with your win...............
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Date: 12/13/2021 8:14:00 AM
Paula, thanks for the congratulations and compliment ~ love and serenity _Constance
Date: 11/9/2021 3:38:00 PM
Impressive dear poet, very impressive, you took me on a journey with this poem.
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Date: 11/9/2021 5:37:00 PM
Frederic, thank so much for visiting and for the wonderful comment and compliment, appreciate very much ~ peace and tranquility _Constance