A Une Madone (to A Madonna) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDAAEEEEBBFFBBBB FFFFBBBBBBAGCHBB DDBBAAFF E A BGFBFFAAEEEEBBIBBFBF BF FAFJBABBIDFDAD FFBEDFFF D E A GGFFBBFFFEEFFFFAAAFF FFAABBAAAAFFDDDD FFFFBBFF A A AAFFFFFFKKFFBBDDBBAA LL FFFFAAFFBBAAAA M| Ex voto dans le go t espagnol | A |
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| Je veux b tir pour toi Madone ma ma tresse | B |
| Un autel souterrain au fond de ma d tresse | B |
| Et creuser dans le coin le plus noir de mon coeur | C |
| Loin du d sir mondain et du regard moqueur | C |
| Une niche d'azur et d'or tout maill e | D |
| O tu te dresseras Statue merveill e | D |
| Avec mes Vers polis treillis d'un pur m tal | A |
| Savamment constell de rimes de cristal | A |
| Je ferai pour ta t te une norme Couronne | E |
| Et dans ma Jalousie mortelle Madone | E |
| Je saurai te tailler un Manteau de fa on | E |
| Barbare roide et lourd et doubl de soup on | E |
| Qui comme une gu rite enfermera tes charmes | B |
| Non de Perles brod mais de toutes mes Larmes | B |
| Ta Robe ce sera mon D sir fr missant | F |
| Onduleux mon D sir qui monte et qui descend | F |
| Aux pointes se balance aux vallons se repose | B |
| Et rev t d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose | B |
| Je te ferai de mon Respect de beaux Souliers | B |
| De satin par tes pieds divins humili s | B |
| Qui les emprisonnant dans une molle treinte | F |
| Comme un moule fid le en garderont l'empreinte | F |
| Si je ne puis malgr tout mon art diligent | F |
| Pour Marchepied tailler une Lune d'argent | F |
| Je mettrai le Serpent qui me mord les entrailles | B |
| Sous tes talons afin que tu foules et railles | B |
| Reine victorieuse et f conde en rachats | B |
| Ce monstre tout gonfl de haine et de crachats | B |
| Tu verras mes Pensers rang s comme les Cierges | B |
| Devant l'autel fleuri de la Reine des Vierges | B |
| Etoilant de reflets le plafond peint en bleu | A |
| Te regarder toujours avec des yeux de feu | G |
| Et comme tout en moi te ch rit et t'admire | C |
| Tout se fera Benjoin Encens Oliban Myrrhe | H |
| Et sans cesse vers toi sommet blanc et neigeux | B |
| En Vapeurs montera mon Esprit orageux | B |
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| Enfin pour compl ter ton r le de Marie | D |
| Et pour m ler l'amour avec la barbarie | D |
| Volupt noire des sept P ch s capitaux | B |
| Bourreau plein de remords je ferai sept Couteaux | B |
| Bien affil s et comme un jongleur insensible | A |
| Prenant le plus profond de ton amour pour cible | A |
| Je les planterai tous dans ton Coeur pantelant | F |
| Dans ton Coeur sanglotant dans ton Coeur ruisselant | F |
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| To a Madonna | E |
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| Votive Offering in the Spanish Style | A |
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| I want to build for you Madonna my mistress | B |
| An underground altar in the depths of my grief | G |
| And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart | F |
| Far from worldly desires and mocking looks | B |
| A niche all enameled with azure and with gold | F |
| Where you shall stand amazed Statue | F |
| With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal | A |
| Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal | A |
| I shall make for your head an immense Crown | E |
| And from my Jealousy O mortal Madonna | E |
| I shall know how to cut a cloak in a fashion | E |
| Barbaric heavy and stiff lined with suspicion | E |
| Which like a sentry box will enclose your charms | B |
| Embroidered not with Pearls but with all of my Tears | B |
| Your Gown will be my Desire quivering | I |
| Undulant my Desire which rises and which falls | B |
| Balances on the crests reposes in the troughs | B |
| And clothes with a kiss your white and rose body | F |
| Of my Self respect I shall make you Slippers | B |
| Of satin which humbled by your divine feet | F |
| Will imprison them in a gentle embrace | B |
| And assume their form like a faithful mold | F |
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| If I can't in spite of all my painstaking art | F |
| Carve a Moon of silver for your Pedestal | A |
| I shall put the Serpent which is eating my heart | F |
| Under your heels so that you may trample and mock | J |
| Triumphant queen fecund in redemptions | B |
| That monster all swollen with hatred and spittle | A |
| You will see my Thoughts like Candles in rows | B |
| Before the flower decked altar of the Queen of Virgins | B |
| Starring with their reflections the azure ceiling | I |
| And watching you always with eyes of fire | D |
| And since my whole being admires and loves you | F |
| All will become Storax Benzoin Frankincense Myrrh | D |
| And ceaselessly toward you white snowy pinnacle | A |
| My turbulent spirit will rise like a vapor | D |
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| Finally to complete your role of Mary | F |
| And to mix love with inhumanity | F |
| Infamous pleasure of the seven deadly sins | B |
| I torturer full of remorse shall make seven | E |
| Well sharpened Daggers and like a callous juggler | D |
| Taking your deepest love for a target | F |
| I shall plant them all in your panting Heart | F |
| In your sobbing Heart in your bleeding Heart | F |
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| Translated by William Aggeler | D |
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| To a Madonna | E |
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| Ex Voto in Spanish Style | A |
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| I'd build Madonna love for my belief | G |
| An altar in the dim crypt of my grief | G |
| And in the darkest comer of my heart | F |
| From mortal lust and mockery far apart | F |
| Scoop you a niche with gold and azure glaze | B |
| Where you would stand in wonderment and gaze | B |
| With my pure verses trellised and all round | F |
| In constellated rhymes of crystal bound | F |
| And with a huge tiara richly crowned | F |
| Out of the Jealousy which rules my passion | E |
| Mortal Madonna I a cloak would fashion | E |
| Barbarous stiff and heavy with my doubt | F |
| Whereon as in a fourm you would fill out | F |
| And mould your lair Of tears not pearls would be | F |
| The sparkle of its rich embroidery | F |
| Your robe would be my lust with waving flow | A |
| Poising on tips in valleys lying low | A |
| And clothing in one kiss coral and snow | A |
| In my Respect for satin you'll be shod | F |
| Which your white feet would humble to the clod | F |
| While prisoning their flesh with tender hold | F |
| It kept their shape imprinted like a mould | F |
| If for a footstool to support your shoon | A |
| For all my art I could not get the moon | A |
| I'd throw the serpent that devours my vitals | B |
| Under your trampling heels for his requitals | B |
| Victorious queen to spurn bruise and belittle | A |
| That monstrous worm blown up with hate and spittle | A |
| Round you my thoughts like candles should be seen | A |
| Around the flowered shrine of the virgins' Queen | A |
| Reflected on a roof that's painted blue | F |
| And aiming all their golden eyes at you | F |
| Since nought is in me that you do not stir | D |
| All will be incense benjamin and myrrh | D |
| And up to you white peak in clouds will soar | D |
| My stormy soul in rapture to adore | D |
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| In fine your role of Mary to perfect | F |
| And mingle barbarism with respect | F |
| Of seven deadly sins O black delight | F |
| Remorseful torturer to show my sleight | F |
| I'll forge and sharpen seven deadly swords | B |
| And like a callous juggler on the boards | B |
| Taking it for my target I would dart | F |
| Them deep into your streaming sobbing heart | F |
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| Translated by Roy Campbell | A |
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| une Madone | A |
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| I'll build for thee Madonna mistress mine | A |
| deep in my crypt of woe a secret shrine | A |
| carve in the blackest corner of my heart | F |
| from worldly lust and mocking eyes apart | F |
| a niche with gold and blue enamel blent | F |
| to hold thy statue filled with wonderment | F |
| my polished verse of virgin metal hard | F |
| with crystal rhymes artistically starred | F |
| shall raise for thee a towering diadem | K |
| and from my jealousy I'll cut and hem | K |
| a mangle mortal Lady mine designed | F |
| as 'twere a sentry box stiff heavy lined | F |
| with barbs of keen suspicion and with fears | B |
| embroidered not with pearls but all my tears | B |
| to make thy robe I'll give thee my desire | D |
| that rises falls and quivers like a fire | D |
| clings to each summit rests in each abyss | B |
| and clothes thy rosy body with a kiss | B |
| of my respect I'll make thee buskins fine | A |
| of satin humbled by thy feet divine | A |
| to prison them in soft embraces warm | L |
| and like a faithful mould to preserve their form | L |
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| then if my art is powerless to cut | F |
| thy pedestal a silver moon I'll put | F |
| beneath thy heel the serpent in my heart | F |
| for thee to bruise and mock because thou art | F |
| the queen of my redemption conquering all | A |
| even that monster spewing hate and gall | A |
| thine altar like the Virgin's shall be twined | F |
| with flowers and like tapers all aligned | F |
| my thoughts shall light the niche from those blue skies | B |
| watching thee always with their fiery eyes | B |
| and since thou holdest all the love within | A |
| my heart as incense myrrh and benjamin | A |
| in clouds forevermore to thee its goal | A |
| o snowy peak shall rise my stormy soul | A |
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| and last to make | M |
Charles Baudelaire
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