A Voyage To Cythera Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGA HIJG KLKM GNOP QRQQ SQQQ TUVQ WQQQ QFXQ YQQA ZQA2Q RQB2W QRC2R D2E2F2H| My heart was like a bird that fluttered joyously | A |
| And glided free among the tackle and the lines | B |
| The vessel rolled along under a cloudless sky | C |
| An angel tipsy gay full of the radiant sun | D |
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| What is that sad black isle I asked as we approached | E |
| They call it Cythera land to write songs about | F |
| Banal Utopia of veterans of love | G |
| But look it seems to be a poor land after all | A |
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| Island of sweet intrigues and feastings of the heart | H |
| The ghost of ancient Venus the magnificent | I |
| Glides like a haunting scent above your swelling seas | J |
| Enrapturing the soul in languishing and love | G |
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| Sweet isle of greenery myrtle and blooming flowers | K |
| Perpetual delight of those in every land | L |
| Where sighs of adoration from the hearts of lovers | K |
| Roll as incense does over a rosy bower | M |
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| Or like the constant crooning of a turtle dove | G |
| Cythera was an island barren in terrain | N |
| A mere deserted rock disturbed by piercing cries | O |
| But on it I could glimpse a curious device | P |
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| No temple was this thing among the woodland shades | Q |
| Where the young worshipper the flowers' devotee | R |
| Would tarry body burning hot with secret lusts | Q |
| Her robe half open to the fleeting wisps of breeze | Q |
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| But as we skimmed the shore fairly near enough | S |
| To agitate the birds with swelling of our sails | Q |
| What we saw was a gibbet made of three great stakes | Q |
| It reared against the sky black as a cypress stands | Q |
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| Ferocious birds were gathered snatching at their food | T |
| Raging around a hanging shape already ripe | U |
| Each creature worked his tool his dripping filthy beak | V |
| Into the bleeding corners of this rottenness | Q |
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| The eyes were two blank gaps and from the hollow paunch | W |
| Its tangled guts let loose spilling over the thighs | Q |
| And those tormentors gorged with hideous delights | Q |
| Had castrated the corpse with snapping of their beaks | Q |
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| Under the feet a troupe of jealous quadrupeds | Q |
| The muzzle lifted high eddied and prowled about | F |
| One larger bolder beast was restless all the more | X |
| The leader of the pack surrounded by his aides | Q |
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| Dweller in Cythera child of a sky so clear | Y |
| In silence you endure these desecrations | Q |
| In expiation for your infamous beliefs | Q |
| And crimes which have denied you proper burial | A |
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| Hanged man ridiculous your sorrows are my own | Z |
| I feel in blinding view of your loose hanging limbs | Q |
| A rising to the teeth a building in my throat | A2 |
| Of a choking spew of gall and all my ancient griefs | Q |
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| Along with you poor devil dear to memory | R |
| I suffered all the stabs of all the killer crows | Q |
| And felt the grinding jaws of panthers cruel and black | B2 |
| Who once took such delight in feasting on my flesh | W |
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| The sky was ravishing the sea a very glass | Q |
| For me the world was black and bloody would it be | R |
| Alas And as within a heavy shroud I have | C2 |
| Entombed my heart in this perverse allegory | R |
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| Venus in your black isle not one thing was erect | D2 |
| But the symbolic tree whereon my image hung | E2 |
| Ah Lord I beg of you the courage and the strength | F2 |
| To take without disgust my body and my heart | H |
Charles Baudelaire
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