Head Of Hair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGCHI JKLMN OPQRS TUVVW XRVVY DZA2MB2| O fleece billowing even down the neck | A |
| O locks perfume charged with nonchalance | B |
| What ecstasy To people our dark room | C |
| With memories that sleep within this mane | D |
| I'll shake it like a kerchief in the air | E |
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| Languorous Asia scorching Africa | F |
| A whole world distant vacant nearly dead | G |
| Lives in your depths o forest of perfume | C |
| While other spirits sail on symphonies | H |
| Mine my beloved swims along your scent | I |
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| I will go down there where the trees and men | J |
| Both full of sap swoon in the ardent heat | K |
| Strong swelling tresses carry me away | L |
| Yours sea of ebony a dazzling dream | M |
| Of sails of oarsmen waving pennants masts | N |
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| A sounding harbour where my soul can drink | O |
| From great floods subtle tones perfumes and hues | P |
| Where vessels gliding in the moire and gold | Q |
| Open their wide arms to the glorious sky | R |
| Where purely trembles the eternal warmth | S |
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| I'll plunge my drunken head dizzy with love | T |
| In this black sea where that one is confined | U |
| My subtle soul that rolls in its caress | V |
| Will bring you back fertile indolence | V |
| Infinite lulling leisure steeped in balm | W |
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| Blue head of hair tent of spread shadows you | X |
| Give me the azure of the open sky | R |
| In downy wisps along your twisted locks | V |
| I'll gladly drug myself on mingled scents | V |
| Essence of cocoa oil pitch and musk | Y |
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| For ages always in your heavy mane | D |
| My hand will scatter ruby sapphire pearl | Z |
| So you will never chill to my desire | A2 |
| Are you not the oasis where I dream | M |
| My drinking gourd for memory's fine wine | B2 |
Charles Baudelaire
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