An Ode to Victor Hugo

One hundred and twenty-five years
Since your death
(The funeral was attended by two million Frenchmen. I saw the photo)

The greatest, the grandest, the most prodigious writer of ‘em all
(he wrote 20 pages of prose or eight pages of verse every day)

An ode to Les Miserables and the glory of Jean Valjean

A star was created in the nineteenth century.
May you shine on in the winter skies, Victor Hugo