Got my hands on this book Poems by Victor Hugo and this one stood out, want to share it as you begin the week
The Bold Ones
In each age, men and women undertake the
ascent.
From below, the world follows them with
their eyes.
They go up the mountain, enter the clouds,
disappear, reappear.
People watch them, mark them.
They walk by the side of precipices.
They daringly pursue their road.
See them aloft, see them in the distance;
they are but black specks.
On they go.
The road is uneven, its difficulties constant.
At each step a wall, at each step a trap.
As they rise, the cold increases.
They must make their ladder, cut the ice and
walk on it, hewing the steps in haste.
A storm is raging.
Nevertheless they go forward in their
madness.
The air becomes difficult to breathe.
The abyss yawns below them.
Some fall.
Others stop and retrace their steps; there is
a sad weariness.
The bold ones continue.
They are eyed by the eagles; the lightning
plays about them: the hurricane is furious.
No matter, they persevere.