L'après-midi D'un Faune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBAACCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KLFFFMMNNOOFFHPBBQQQ QQQJJLLQQRRS SFFTTUUFFVWXAAWWFFYY ZZFFA2A2B2B2QQA2A2A2 A2ZZQQFFC2C2 A2A2A2A2WWA2A2A2A2A2 QA2 GGC2C2D2 D2

From the French of St phane MallarmA
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I would immortalize these nymphs so brightB
Their sunlit colouring so airy lightB
It floats like drowsing down Loved I a dreamA
My doubts born of oblivious darkness seemA
A subtle tracery of branches grownC
The tree's true self proving that I have knownC
No triumph but the shadow of a roseD
But think These nymphs their loveliness supposeD
They bodied forth your senses' fabulous thirstE
Illusion which the blue eyes of the firstE
As cold and chaste as is the weeping springF
Beget the other sighing passioningF
Is she the wind warm in your fleece at noonG
No through this quiet when a weary swoonG
Crushes and chokes the latest faint essayH
Of morning cool against the encroaching dayH
There is no murmuring water save the gushI
Of my clear fluted notes and in the hushI
Blows never a wind save that which through my reedJ
Puffs out before the rain of notes can speedJ
Upon the air with that calm breath of artK
That mounts the unwrinkled zenith visiblyL
Where inspiration seeks its native skyF
You fringes of a calm Sicilian lakeF
The sun's own mirror which I love to takeF
Silent beneath your starry flowers tellM
How here I cut the hollow rushes wellM
Tamed by my skill when on the glaucous goldN
Of distant lawns about their fountain coldN
A living whiteness stirs like a lazy waveO
And at the first slow notes my panpipes gaveO
These flocking swans these naiads rather flyF
Or dive Noon burns inert and tawny dryF
Nor marks how clean that Hymen slipped awayH
From me who seek in song the real AP
Wake then to the first ardour and the sightB
O lonely faun of the old fierce white lightB
With lilies one of you for innocenceQ
Other than their lips' delicate pretenceQ
The light caress that quiets treacherous loversQ
My breast I know not how to tell discoversQ
The bitten print of some immortal's kissQ
But hush a mystery so great as thisQ
I dare not tell save to my double reedJ
Which sharer of my every joy and needJ
Dreams down its cadenced monologues that weL
Falsely confuse the beauties that we seeL
With the bright palpable shapes our song createsQ
My flute as loud as passion modulatesQ
Purges the common dream of flank and breastR
Seen through closed eyes and inwardly caressedR
Of every empty and monotonous lineS
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Bloom then O Syrinx in thy flight malignS
A reed once more beside our trysting lakeF
Proud of my music let me often makeF
A song of goddesses and see their rapeT
Profanely done on many a painted shapeT
So when the grape's transparent juice I drainU
I quell regret for pleasures past and feignU
A new real grape For holding towards the skyF
The empty skin I blow it tight and lieF
Dream drunk till evening eyeing itV
Tell o'erW
Remembered joys and plump the grape once moreX
Between the reeds I saw their bodies gleamA
Who cool no mortal fever in the streamA
Crying to the woods the rage of their desireW
And their bright hair went down in jewelled fireW
Where crystal broke and dazzled shudderinglyF
I check my swift pursuit for see where lieF
Bruised being twins in love by languor sweetY
Two sleeping girls clasped at my very feetY
I seize and run with them nor part the pairZ
Breaking this covert of frail petals whereZ
Roses drink scent of the sun and our light playF
'Mid tumbled flowers shall match the death of dayF
I love that virginal fury ah the wildA2
Thrill when a maiden body shrinks defiledA2
Shuddering like arctic light from lips that searB2
Its nakedness the flesh in secret fearB2
Contagiously through my linked pair it fliesQ
Where innocence in either struggling diesQ
Wet with fond tears or some less piteous dewA2
Gay in the conquest of these fears I grewA2
So rash that I must needs the sheaf divideA2
Of ruffled kisses heaven itself had tiedA2
For as I leaned to stifle in the hairZ
Of one my passionate laughter taking careZ
With a stretched finger that her innocenceQ
Might stain with her companion's kindling senseQ
To touch the younger little one who layF
Child like unblushing my ungrateful preyF
Slips from me freed by passion's sudden deathC2
Nor heeds the frenzy of my sobbing breathC2
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Let it pass others of their hair shall twistA2
A rope to drag me to those joys I missedA2
See how the ripe pomegranates bursting redA2
To quench the thirst of the mumbling bees have bledA2
So too our blood kindled by some chance fireW
Flows for the swarming legions of desireW
At evening when the woodland green turns goldA2
And ashen grey 'mid the quenched leaves beholdA2
Red Etna glows by Venus visitedA2
Walking the lava with her snowy treadA2
Whene'er the flames in thunderous slumber dieA2
I hold the goddessQ
Ah sure penaltyA2
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But the unthinking soul and body swoonG
At last beneath the heavy hush of noonG
Forgetful let me lie where summer's drouthC2
Sifts fine the sand and then with gaping mouthC2
Dream planet struck by the grape's round wine red starD2
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Nymphs I shall see the shade that now you areD2

Aldous Huxley



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