Bénédiction (benediction) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC ABAB ADAD EAEA BABA FEFE FAFA CCCC GAHA ADAD IADA ABAB CBCB CACA AAAA CACA JAJA DDDD DADA B ACAD ACFB CADD BAC CABA EBAD AAFC DCKC LEAA ADCC DBMC ACAC CCC BACN OAAA CACA CDBA DCCD CAA D B PAPA CBCB QPAP PCP DPDCLorsque par un d cret des puissances supr mes | A |
Le Po te appara t en ce monde ennuy | B |
Sa m re pouvant e et pleine de blasph mes | A |
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu qui la prend en piti | C |
- | |
Ah que n'ai je mis bas tout un noeud de vip res | A |
Plut t que de nourrir cette d rision | B |
Maudite soit la nuit aux plaisirs ph m res | A |
O mon ventre a con u mon expiation | B |
- | |
Puisque tu m'as choisie entre toutes les femmes | A |
Pour tre le d go t de mon triste mari | D |
Et que je ne puis pas rejeter dans les flammes | A |
Comme un billet d'amour ce monstre rabougri | D |
- | |
Je ferai rejaillir ta haine qui m'accable | E |
Sur l'instrument maudit de tes m chancet s | A |
Et je tordrai si bien cet arbre mis rable | E |
Qu'il ne pourra pousser ses boutons empest s | A |
- | |
Elle ravale ainsi l' cume de sa haine | B |
Et ne comprenant pas les desseins ternels | A |
Elle m me pr pare au fond de la G henne | B |
Les b chers consacr s aux crimes maternels | A |
- | |
Pourtant sous la tutelle invisible d'un Ange | F |
L'Enfant d sh rit s'enivre de soleil | E |
Et dans tout ce qu'il boit et dans tout ce qu'il mange | F |
Retrouve l'ambroisie et le nectar vermeil | E |
- | |
II joue avec le vent cause avec le nuage | F |
Et s'enivre en chantant du chemin de la croix | A |
Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son p lerinage | F |
Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois | A |
- | |
Tous ceux qu'il veut aimer l'observent avec crainte | C |
Ou bien s'enhardissant de sa tranquillit | C |
Cherchent qui saura lui tirer une plainte | C |
Et font sur lui l'essai de leur f rocit | C |
- | |
Dans le pain et le vin destin s sa bouche | G |
Ils m lent de la cendre avec d'impurs crachats | A |
Avec hypocrisie ils jettent ce qu'il touche | H |
Et s'accusent d'avoir mis leurs pieds dans ses pas | A |
- | |
Sa femme va criant sur les places publiques | A |
Puisqu'il me trouve assez belle pour m'adorer | D |
Je ferai le m tier des idoles antiques | A |
Et comme elles je veux me faire redorer | D |
- | |
Et je me so lerai de nard d'encens de myrrhe | I |
De g nuflexions de viandes et de vins | A |
Pour savoir si je puis dans un coeur qui m'admire | D |
Usurper en riant les hommages divins | A |
- | |
Et quand je m'ennuierai de ces farces impies | A |
Je poserai sur lui ma fr le et forte main | B |
Et mes ongles pareils aux ongles des harpies | A |
Sauront jusqu' son coeur se frayer un chemin | B |
- | |
Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite | C |
J'arracherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein | B |
Et pour rassasier ma b te favorite | C |
Je le lui jetterai par terre avec d dain | B |
- | |
Vers le Ciel o son oeil voit un tr ne splendide | C |
Le Po te serein l ve ses bras pieux | A |
Et les vastes clairs de son esprit lucide | C |
Lui d robent l'aspect des peuples furieux | A |
- | |
Soyez b ni mon Dieu qui donnez la souffrance | A |
Comme un divin rem de nos impuret s | A |
Et comme la meilleure et la plus pure essence | A |
Qui pr pare les forts aux saintes volupt s | A |
- | |
Je sais que vous gardez une place au Po te | C |
Dans les rangs bienheureux des saintes L gions | A |
Et que vous l'invitez l' ternelle f te | C |
Des Tr nes des Vertus des Dominations | A |
- | |
Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique | J |
O ne mordront jamais la terre et les enfers | A |
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique | J |
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers | A |
- | |
Mais les bijoux perdus de l'antique Palmyre | D |
Les m taux inconnus les perles de la mer | D |
Par votre main mont s ne pourraient pas suffire | D |
A ce beau diad me blouissant et clair | D |
- | |
Car il ne sera fait que de pure lumi re | D |
Puis e au foyer saint des rayons primitifs | A |
Et dont les yeux mortels dans leur splendeur enti re | D |
Ne sont que des miroirs obscurcis et plaintifs | A |
- | |
Benediction | B |
- | |
- | |
When after a decree of the supreme powers | A |
The Poet is brought forth in this wearisome world | C |
His mother terrified and full of blasphemies | A |
Raises her clenched fist to God who pities her | D |
- | |
'Ah would that I had spawned a whole knot of vipers | A |
Rather than to have fed this derisive object | C |
Accursed be the night of ephemeral joy | F |
When my belly conceived this my expiation | B |
- | |
Since of all women You have chosen me | C |
To be repugnant to my sorry spouse | A |
And since I cannot cast this misshapen monster | D |
Into the flames like an old love letter | D |
- | |
I shall spew the hatred with which you crush me down | B |
On the cursed instrument of your malevolence | A |
And twist so hard this wretched tree | C |
That it cannot put forth its pestilential buds ' | - |
- | |
Thus she gulps down the froth of her hatred | C |
And not understanding the eternal designs | A |
Herself prepares deep down in Gehenna | B |
The pyre reserved for a mother's crimes | A |
- | |
However protected by an unseen Angel | E |
The outcast child is enrapt by the sun | B |
And in all that he eats in everything he drinks | A |
He finds sweet ambrosia and rubiate nectar | D |
- | |
He cavorts with the wind converses with the clouds | A |
And singing transported goes the way of the cross | A |
And the Angel who follows him on pilgrimage | F |
Weeps to see him as carefree as a bird | C |
- | |
All those whom he would love watch him with fear | D |
Or emboldened by his tranquility | C |
Emulously attempt to wring a groan from him | K |
And test on him their inhumanity | C |
- | |
With the bread and the wine intended for his mouth | L |
They mix ashes and foul spittle | E |
And hypocrites cast away what he touches | A |
And feel guilty if they have trod in his footprints | A |
- | |
His wife goes about the market places | A |
Crying 'Since he finds me fair enough to adore | D |
I shall imitate the idols of old | C |
And like them I want to be regilded | C |
- | |
I shall get drunk with spikenard incense myrrh | D |
And with genuflections viands and wine | B |
To see if laughingly I can usurp | M |
In an admiring heart the homage due to God | C |
- | |
And when I tire of these impious jokes | A |
I shall lay upon him my strong my dainty hand | C |
And my nails like harpies' talons | A |
Will cut a path straight to his heart | C |
- | |
That heart which flutters like a fledgling bird | C |
I'll tear all bloody from his breast | C |
And scornfully I'll throw it in the dust | C |
To sate the hunger of my favorite hound ' | - |
- | |
To Heav'n where his eye sees a radiant throne | B |
Piously the Poet serene raises his arms | A |
And the dazzling brightness of his illumined mind | C |
Hides from his sight the raging mob | N |
- | |
'Praise be to You O God who send us suffering | O |
As a divine remedy for our impurities | A |
And as the best and the purest essence | A |
To prepare the strong for holy ecstasies | A |
- | |
I know that you reserve a place for the Poet | C |
Within the blessed ranks of the holy Legions | A |
And that you invite him to the eternal feast | C |
Of the Thrones the Virtues and the Dominations | A |
- | |
I know that suffering is the sole nobility | C |
Which earth and hell shall never mar | D |
And that to weave my mystic crown | B |
You must tax every age and every universe | A |
- | |
But the lost jewels of ancient Palmyra | D |
The unfound metals the pearls of the sea | C |
Set by Your own hand would not be adequate | C |
For that diadem of dazzling splendor | D |
- | |
For that crown will be made of nothing but pure light | C |
Drawn from the holy source of primal rays | A |
Whereof our mortal eyes in their fullest brightness | A |
Are no more than tarnished mournful mirrors ' | - |
- | |
- | |
Translated by William Aggeler | D |
- | |
Benediction | B |
- | |
When by an edict of the powers supreme | P |
A poet's born into this world's drab space | A |
His mother starts in horror to blaspheme | P |
Clenching her fists at God who grants her grace | A |
- | |
'Would that a nest of vipers I'd aborted | C |
Rather than this absurd abomination | B |
Cursed be the night of pleasures vainly sported | C |
On which my womb conceived my expiation | B |
- | |
Since of all women I am picked by You | Q |
To be my Mate's aversion and his shame | P |
And since I cannot like a billet doux | A |
Consign this stunted monster to the flame | P |
- | |
I'll turn the hatred which You load on me | P |
On the curst tool through which You work your spite | C |
And twist and stunt this miserable tree | P |
Until it cannot burgeon for the blight ' | - |
- | |
She swallows down the white froth of her ire | D |
And knowing naught of schemes that are sublime | P |
Deep in Gehenna starts to lay the pyre | D |
That' | C |
Charles Baudelaire
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Bénédiction (benediction) poem by Charles Baudelaire
Best Poems of Charles Baudelaire