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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRY BREAD, by VICTOR MARIE HUGO Poet's Biography
First Line: Jeanne to dry bread and the dark room consigned
Last Line: And I will go and bring you pots of jam!'
First Line: Jeanne to dry bread and the dark room consigned
Last Line: And I will go and bring you pots of jam!'
JEANNE to dry bread and the dark room consigned
For some misdeed: I to my duty blind
Visit the prisoner--traitor that I am!
And in the dark, slip her a pot of jam.
Those in my realm, on whose authority
Depends the welfare of society,
Were outraged. Jeanne's soft little voice arose,
'I'll put no more my thumb up to my nose;
No more I'll let the puss my fingers tear.'
But they all cry, 'That child is well aware
How weak and mean you are. She knows of old
You always take to laughing when we scold;
No government can stand; at every hour
Rule you upset. There is an end of power.
No law exist. Nought keeps the child in bound;
You ruin all.' I bow my head to ground,
And say, 'Your grievous charge I can't oppose.
I'm wrong. Yes, by indulgences like those
The people's ruin has been always wrought;
Put me upon dry bread.' 'I'm sure we ought,
And will!' Then Jeanne, from her dark corner, cries,
But low to me, raising her beautecus eyes
(Love gives the lion's courage to the lamb!),
'And I will go and bring you pots of jam!'
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