Chanson D'après-midi (afternoon Song) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EAAF EGGE AAAA AAAA GAAG DGGD DABD GGGG H AGCA IDDC EEAE JGKL AGAD EMAA EDEA EGEE AEAE NGEG G D EGGE ONNO GGGG PGGP AAAA EAAE ACCA EDDE AEEA EEEE C H AEEA QDDQ CEEE JEEJ DAAD REER GSSG AGGA ACCA TEET U H CDDC CDDC CAAE AGGA EAAE EAA AEEE DAAD SEES VEEV A

Quoique tes sourcils m chantsA
Te donnent un air trangeB
Qui n'est pas celui d'un angeB
Sorci re aux yeux all chantsA
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Je t'adore ma frivoleC
Ma terrible passionD
Avec la d votionD
Du pr tre pour son idoleC
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Le d sert et la for tE
Embaument tes tresses rudesA
Ta t te a les attitudesA
De l' nigme et du secretF
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Sur ta chair le parfum r deE
Comme autour d'un encensoirG
Tu charmes comme le soirG
Nymphe t n breuse et chaudeE
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Ah les philtres les plus fortsA
Ne valent pas ta paresseA
Et tu connais la caresseA
Ou fait revivre les mortsA
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Tes hanches sont amoureusesA
De ton dos et de tes seinsA
Et tu ravis les coussinsA
Par tes poses langoureusesA
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Quelquefois pour apaiserG
Ta rage myst rieuseA
Tu prodigues s rieuseA
La morsure et le baiserG
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Tu me d chires ma bruneD
Avec un rire moqueurG
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeurG
Ton oeil doux comme la luneD
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Sous tes souliers de satinD
Sous tes charmants pieds de soieA
Moi je mets ma grande joieB
Mon g nie et mon destinD
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Mon me par toi gu rieG
Par toi lumi re et couleurG
Explosion de chaleurG
Dans ma noire Sib rieG
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Afternoon SongH
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Though your mischievous eyebrowsA
Give you a singular airG
Not that of an angelC
Sorceress with Siren's eyesA
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I adore you my madcapI
My ineffable passionD
With the pious devotionD
Of a priest for his idolC
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Your stiff tresses are scentedE
With the desert and forestE
Your head assumes the posesA
Of the enigma and keyE
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Perfume lingers about your fleshJ
Like incense about a censerG
You charm like the eveningK
Tenebrous passionate nymphL
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Ah the most potent philtresA
Are weaker than your languorG
And you know the caressesA
That make the dead live againD
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Your haunches are enamoredE
Of your back and your bosomM
And you delight the cushionsA
With your languorous posesA
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Sometimes to alleviateE
Your mysterious passionD
You lavish resolutelyE
Your bites and your kissesA
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You tear me open dark beautyE
With derisive laughterG
And then look at my heartE
With eyes as soft as moonlightE
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Under your satin slippersA
Under your dear silken feetE
I place all my happinessA
My genius and destinyE
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My soul brought to life by youN
By your clear light and colorG
Explosion of heatE
In my dark SiberiaG
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Translated by William AggelerG
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Song of AfternoonD
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Though your eyebrows' wicked slantE
Give you an intriguing airG
Which the angels do not shareG
Sorceress whose eyes enchantE
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My passion terrible yet gayO
With all my heart I bow before youN
With that devotion to adore youN
That priests to sacred idols payO
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Deserts and woods embalmed your hairG
Its movements give your head the stigmaG
Of sphinx like secret and enigmaG
Both in its attitude and airG
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As round a censer vapours formP
About your flesh the perfumes wanderG
The selfsame charms you seem to squanderG
As does an evening dark yet warmP
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The strongest philtres cannot crazeA
As does your indolent addressA
And you have mastered a caressA
Dead corpses from their tombs to raiseA
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Your hips are amorous of your breastE
And of your back your languorous poseA
Enchants the cushions where you dozeA
When in their depths you make your nestE
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Sometimes in order to appeaseA
Mysterious rages in your soulC
You bite and kiss without controlC
Then with a mocking laugh you teaseA
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My heart brown beauty tearing itE
Then over it the light is strewnD
Of your eye softer than the moonD
Till with its glance my soul is litE
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Underneath your satin shoesA
And underneath your silken feetE
My joy my fate my genius meetE
To strew the pathway of my museA
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My soul is healed restored and made completeE
By you all colour warmth and lightE
In my Siberia a brightE
Explosion as of tropic heatE
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Translated by Roy CampbellC
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Afternoon SongH
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O witch with sharp alluring eyesA
Although your evil eyebrows lendE
Your strange ways little of the friendE
And even less of angel skiesA
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How I adore your madcap verveQ
How deeply rooted my fell passionD
I worship you in the rapt fashionD
Of priests for idols that they serveQ
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Your stiff dense tresses fragrantlyC
Conjure up wilderness and woodE
Your head assumes each attitudeE
Of the enigma and its keyE
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Perfumes cling closely to your fleshJ
As incense to a censer brightE
And dusky nymph you are all NightE
Secret and passionate and freshJ
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The strongest philter vies in vainD
Power against your languidnessA
Too well you know the sweet caressA
That brings the dead to life againD
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Your haunches are enamored ofR
Your supple back and surging breastE
And when posed torpidly you restE
Your cushions taste the charms of loveR
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Sometimes to quell the rageful fireG
Of your mysterious lust you lavishS
Obstinate kiss and bite to ravishS
The throbbing prey of your desireG
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You rend my body to its seamsA
Dark beauty with your mocking laughterG
Then fill my heart a moment afterG
With glances soft as the moon's beamsA
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Under your satin slippers seeA
Under your blest silk feet I layC
The vast sum of my joys todayC
My genius my destinyA
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My soul enlivened by your sparkT
Your radiance and color sweetE
Explosion of fierce tropic heatE
Across my chill Siberian darkT
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Translated by Jacques LeClercqU
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Afternoon SongH
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Though your wicked eyebrows callC
Your nature into questionD
Unangelic's their suggestionD
Witch whose eyes enthrallC
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I adore you stillC
O foolish terrible emotionD
Kneeling in devotionD
As a priest to his idol willC
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Your undone braids concealC
Desert forest scentsA
In your exotic countenanceA
Lie secrets unrevealedE
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Over your flesh perfume driftsA
Like incense 'round a censorG
Tantalizing dispenserG
Of evening's ardent giftsA
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No Philtres could competeE
With your potent idlenessA
You've mastered the caressA
That raises dead me to their feetE
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Your hips themselves are romancedE
By your back and by your breastsA
By your languid dallianceA
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Now and then your appetite'sA
Uncontrolled unassuagedE
Mysteriously enragedE
You kiss me and you biteE
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Dark one I am tornD
By your savage waysA
Then soft as the moon your gazeA
Sees my tortured heart rebornD
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Beneath your satin shoeS
Beneath your charming silken footE
My greatest joy I putE
My genius and destiny tooS
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You bring my spirit backV
Bringer of the lightE
Exploding color in the nightE
Of my Siberia so blackV
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By AnonymousA

Charles Baudelaire



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