I Love The Thought Of Ancient, Naked Days Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGHHII JDGGKLGMBBNNGO GGGGGNPPGQGG| I love the thought of ancient naked days | A |
| When Phoebus gilded statues with his rays | A |
| Then women men in their agility | B |
| Played without guile without anxiety | B |
| And while the sky stroked lovingly their skin | C |
| They tuned to health their excellent machine | D |
| Cybele in offering her bounty there | E |
| Found mortals not a heavy weight to bear | E |
| But she wolf full of common tenderness | F |
| From her brown nipples fed the universe | G |
| Man had the right robust and flourishing | H |
| Of pride in beauties who proclaimed him king | H |
| Pure fruit unsullied lovely to the sight | I |
| Whose smooth firm flesh went asking for the bite | I |
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| Today the Poet when he would conceive | J |
| These native grandeurs where can now be seen | D |
| Women and men in all their nakedness | G |
| Feels in his soul a chill of hopelessness | G |
| Before this terrible and bleak tableau | K |
| Monstrosities that cry out to be clothed | L |
| Bodies grotesque and only fit for masques | G |
| Poor twisted trunks scrawny or gone to flab | M |
| Whose god implacable Utility | B |
| In brazen wraps swaddles his progeny | B |
| And pale as tapers all you women too | N |
| Corruption gnaws and nourishes and you | N |
| O virgins heir to all matemal vice | G |
| And all the squalor of the fecund life | O |
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| It's true we have in our corrupted states | G |
| Beauties unknown to ancient people's tastes | G |
| Visages gnawed by sores of syphilis | G |
| And one might say beauties of listlessness | G |
| But these inventions of our tardy muse | G |
| Never avert the sickly modem crew | N |
| From rendering to youth their deepest bow | P |
| To holy youth to smooth untroubled brow | P |
| To limpid eye to air of innocence | G |
| Who pours out on us all indifferent | Q |
| As flowers birds the blue of sky or sea | G |
| His perfumes songs his sweet vitality | G |
Charles Baudelaire
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