I Love The Thought Of Ancient, Naked Days Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGHHII JDGGKLGMBBNNGO GGGGGNPPGQGGI 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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