Victor Hugo wrote 153,000 lines of verse. Although he does not seem to have started writing poetry until his early teens, he was soon something of a prodigy, winning a special prize at the prestigious ‘Floral Games’ poetry competition at the age of 17. This competition, held in Toulouse in the south of France, is centuries old, and has its roots in the poetry of the troubadours. Hugo won his ‘golden lily’ over his future friend, Alphonse de Lamartine. In France Victor Hugo, although a consummate novelist, artist, campaigner, letter-writer, politician and humanitarian, has been historically most esteemed for his poetry. Lines of poetry can be found scattered throughout his novels and his notebooks; he worked incessantly at his art, practising rhyming schemes with a dictionary and noting down good lines as he thought of them for use later.
For Victor Hugo, poetry was not just an end in itself; it was a priceless tool which could, and should, be used to educate people and help mankind solve the pressing problems with which they were faced in the 19th century as progress brought about change both good and bad. Hugo saw himself as filtering the ideas and visions he had through his own soul. He was Everyman, struggling with the truth on behalf of Everyman. The outcome was poetry, or poetry expressed as novels or plays. There was but one destiny for all of nature, including mankind. Nature and humanity are one: they share a common soul; for him, poetry was ‘the soul in bloom’.
Although during his exile Victor Hugo turned more towards the novel as the popular medium of bringing about change, he never stopped writing poetry or using it as an instrument of instruction and enlightenment, for his readers and for himself.
‘I have never said, “art for art’s sake”; I have always said, “art for progress’ sake.” ‘
The messages of his poetry remain the same whatever their setting; a classical idyll and a contemporary love story are fundamentally one and the same. He and other poets of a like mind adopted the archaic spelling of the French word for poetry, not poésie, but poësie, nearer to its origins in the ancient Greek poiesis.
‘Poésie’ (R) LENBamo is a low, repeat-flowering hybrid musk with small, semi-double flowers in large clusters which are white with a hint of pink with beautiful, golden stamens and a pleasant fragrance, well set off by its dark green leaves, raised in Belgium by the modern rosegrower, Lens.