Poet Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire

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Benediction Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEFE AGHG AAA IJIK AEAE LMNM OLOL PQLR LSLS LSLL LTUL LLL LLCL VWVW LWLW LLLL XLYL LWL

When by an edict of the powers supremeA
The Poet in this bored world comes to beB
His daunted mother eager to blasphemeA
Rages to God who looks down piteouslyC
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'Rather than have this mockery to nurseD
Why not a nest of snakes for me to bearE
And may that night of fleeting lust be cursedF
When I conceived my penance unawareE
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Since from all women you chose me to shameA
To be disgusting to my grieving spouseG
And since I can't just drop into the flamesH
Like an old love note this misshapen mouseG
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' l turn your hate that overburdens meA
Toward the damned agent of your spiteful doomA
And I will twist this miserable treeA
So its infected buds will never bloom '-
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She swallows thus her hatred's foaming spitI
And never grasping the divine designJ
She makes herself within Gehenna's pitI
The pyre suited to a mother's crimesK
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Still with an angel guarding secretlyA
The misfit child grows drunk on sunny airE
In all he drinks or eats in ecstasyA
He finds sweet nectar and ambrosia thereE
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Free as a bird he plays with clouds and windL
Sings of the Passion with enraptured joyM
Tending his pilgrimage his GuardianN
Must weep to see the gladness of the boyM
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Those he would love watch him with jaundiced eyeO
Or growing bold with his tranquillityL
Look for a certain way to make him cryO
Testing on him their own ferocityL
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In bread and wine intended for his mouthP
They muddle filthy spit with dirt and ashQ
Hypocrites all that he touches they throw outL
And blame their feet for walking in his pathR
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His woman cries to all the countrysideL
'Since he has found me worthy to adoreS
I'll let the heathen idols be my guideL
And gild myself as they have done beforeS
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I'll sate myself with incense myrrh and nardL
With genuflections meats and wines galoreS
To prove I can in that admiring heartL
Laughingly claim the homage due the LordL
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I'll set on him my frail determined handL
When I am bored with this blasphemous farceT
My fingemails like harpies' talons canU
Claw out a bloody pathway to his heartL
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I'll dig the bright red heart out of his breastL
A pitiful and trembling baby birdL
To satisfy the dog I like the bestL
I'll toss it to him with a scornful word '-
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Toward Heaven where he sees a throne of goldL
The Poet lifts his arms in pietyL
And brilliant flashes from his lucid soulC
Block from his sight the people's crueltyL
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'Be praised my God who gives us sufferingV
As remedy for our impuritiesW
And as the best and purest nurturingV
To fit the strong for holy ecstasiesW
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I know in Heaven there's a place for meL
Kept for the poet in celestial zonesW
And that I'll feast throughout eternityL
With Virtues Powers Dominations ThronesW
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Man's sorrow is a nobleness I trustL
Untouchable by either earth or heL
I know to weave my mystic crown I mustL
Tax a the times the universe as weL
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But treasure lost from old Palmyra's wealthX
The unknown metals pearls out of the seaL
Can't equal though you mounted them yourselfY
This diadem of dazzling clarityL
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Since it is perfect luminosityL
Drawn from the holy hearth of primal raysW
Of which men's eyes for a their majestyL
Are only mournful mirrors dark and crazed '-

Charles Baudelaire



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