L'héautontimorouménos (the Man Who Tortures Himself) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDB BAAB EFFEFGGFFBBF FEBB BAAB H BBIJ KBLA AMFE FAAA FGBA BNOB FABP B A FAAF QFFQ BFFB FGGF FFBF FFFF PHHP R A FFFF SGGS AFFA BGGB BTTB HTTH BAAB T AH IFIFAAAAEFFE FTTFUAAUVAAV PAAP W A TIIT GFFG EFFE FTTF HBBH HOOH BTTB T| L'H autontimoroum nos | A |
| Je te frapperai sans col re | B |
| Et sans haine comme un boucher | C |
| Comme Mo se le rocher | D |
| Et je ferai de ta paupi re | B |
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| Pour abreuver mon Saharah | B |
| Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance | A |
| Mon d sir gonfl d'esp rance | A |
| Sur tes pleurs sal s nagera | B |
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| Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large | E |
| Et dans mon coeur qu'ils so leront | F |
| Tes chers sanglots retentiront | F |
| Comme un tambour qui bat la charge | E |
| Ne suis je pas un faux accord | F |
| Dans la divine symphonie | G |
| Gr ce la vorace Ironie | G |
| Qui me secoue et qui me mord | F |
| Elle est dans ma voix la criarde | F |
| C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir | B |
| Je suis le sinistre miroir | B |
| O la m g re se regarde | F |
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| Je suis la plaie et le couteau | F |
| Je suis le soufflet et la joue | E |
| Je suis les membres et la roue | B |
| Et la victime et le bourreau | B |
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| Je suis de mon coeur le vampire | B |
| Un de ces grands abandonn s | A |
| Au rire ternel condamn s | A |
| Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire | B |
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| The Man Who Tortures Himself | H |
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| I shall strike you without anger | B |
| And without hate like a butcher | B |
| As Moses struck the rock | I |
| And from your eyelids I shall make | J |
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| The waters of suffering gush forth | K |
| To inundate my Sahara | B |
| My desire swollen with hope | L |
| Will float upon your salty tears | A |
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| Like a vessel which puts to sea | A |
| And in my heart that they'll make drunk | M |
| Your beloved sobs will resound | F |
| Like a drum beating the charge | E |
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| Am I not a discord | F |
| In the heavenly symphony | A |
| Thanks to voracious Irony | A |
| Who shakes me and who bites me | A |
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| She's in my voice the termagant | F |
| All my blood is her black poison | G |
| I am the sinister mirror | B |
| In which the vixen looks | A |
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| I am the wound and the dagger | B |
| I am the blow and the cheek | N |
| I am the members and the wheel | O |
| Victim and executioner | B |
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| I'm the vampire of my own heart | F |
| One of those utter derelicts | A |
| Condemned to eternal laughter | B |
| But who can no longer smile | P |
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| Translated by William Aggeler | B |
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| Heautontimoroumenos | A |
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| I'll strike you but without the least | F |
| Anger as butchers poll an ox | A |
| Or Moses when he struck the rocks | A |
| That from your eyelid thus released | F |
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| The lymph of suffering may brim | Q |
| To slake my desert of its drought | F |
| So my desire by hope made stout | F |
| Upon your salty tears may swim | Q |
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| Like a proud ship far out from shore | B |
| Within my heart which they'll confound | F |
| With drunken joy your sobs will sound | F |
| Like drums that beat a charge in war | B |
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| I am I not a faulty chord | F |
| In all this symphony divine | G |
| Thanks to the irony malign | G |
| That shakes and cuts me like a sword | F |
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| It's in my voice the raucous jade | F |
| It's in my blood's black venom too | F |
| I am the looking glass wherethrough | B |
| Megera sees herself portrayed | F |
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| I am the wound and yet the blade | F |
| The smack and yet the cheek that takes it | F |
| The limb and yet the wheel that breaks it | F |
| The torturer and he who's flayed | F |
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| One of the sort whom all revile | P |
| A Vampire my own blood I quaff | H |
| Condemned to an eternal laugh | H |
| Because I know not how to smile | P |
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| Translated by Roy Campbell | R |
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| Heauton Timoroumenos | A |
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| I mean to strike you without hate | F |
| As butchers do as Moses did | F |
| The rock From under either lid | F |
| Your tears will flow to inundate | F |
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| This huge Sahara which is I | S |
| My heart insensible with pain | G |
| Caught in that flood will live again | G |
| Will care whether it live or die | S |
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| Will strive as in the salty sea | A |
| Drunken with brine and all but drowned | F |
| Yet driven onward by the sound | F |
| Of your wild sobbing endlessly | A |
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| For look I am at war my dear | B |
| With the whole universe I know | G |
| There is no medicine for my woe | G |
| Believe me it is called Despair | B |
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| It runs in all my veins I pray | B |
| It cries in all my words I am | T |
| The very glass where what I damn | T |
| Leers and admires itself all day | B |
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| I am the wound I am the knife | H |
| The deep wound scabbards the outdrawn | T |
| Rack and the writhing thereupon | T |
| The lifeless and the taker of life | H |
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| I murder what I most adore | B |
| Laughing I am indeed of those | A |
| Condemned for ever without repose | A |
| To laugh but who can smile no more | B |
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| Translated by George Dillon | T |
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| Heautontimoroumenos | A |
| The Man Who Tortures Himself | H |
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| I shall cleave without scrape or shock | I |
| And like a butcher without hate | F |
| Like Moses when he struck the rock | I |
| From your eyes I shall generate | F |
| Waters of woe throughout the years | A |
| To quench my fierce Sahara fires | A |
| Swollen with vast hope my desires | A |
| Shall float upon your bitter tears | A |
| Like a proud vessel sailing large | E |
| And in my heart drunk at the sound | F |
| Your cherished sobbing shall resound | F |
| Like drums beating the long lost charge | E |
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| Am I not a discordant note | F |
| In the celestial symphony | T |
| Thanks to voracious Irony | T |
| Who shakes and bites me at the throat | F |
| She's in my voice the scold her black | U |
| Poison is all my blood alas | A |
| I am the direful looking glass | A |
| Which flashes her reflection back | U |
| I am the wound the knives that strike | V |
| The blows that crush the head that reels | A |
| I am wrenched limbs and grinding wheels | A |
| Victim and hangman as you like | V |
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| Vampire of my own heart meanwhile | P |
| A derelict I am of those | A |
| Doomed to eternal laughter's throes | A |
| Yet powerless to frame a smile | P |
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| Translated by Jacques LeClercq | W |
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| L'H autontimourom nos | A |
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| I'll strike thee without enmity | T |
| nor wrath like butchers at the block | I |
| like Moses when he smote the rock | I |
| I'll make those eyelids gush for me | T |
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| with springs of suffering whose flow | G |
| shall slake the desert of my thirst | F |
| a salt flood where my lust accurst | F |
| with Hope to plump her sail shall go | G |
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| as from the port a pitching barge | E |
| and in my heart they satiate | F |
| thy sobs I love shall fulminate | F |
| loud as a drum that beats a charge | E |
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| for am I not a clashing chord | F |
| in all Thy heavenly symphony | T |
| thanks to this vulture Irony | T |
| that shakes and bites me always Lord | F |
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| she's in my voice the screaming elf | H |
| my poisoned blood came all from her | B |
| I am the mirror sinister | B |
| in which the vixen sees herself | H |
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| I am the wound and I the knife | H |
| I am the blow I give and feel | O |
| I am the broken limbs the wheel | O |
| the hangman and the strangled life | H |
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| I am my heart's own vampire for | B |
| God has forsaken me and men | T |
| these lips can never smile again | T |
| but laugh they must and evermore | B |
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| Lewis Piaget Shanks Flowers of Evil New York Ives Washburn | T |
Charles Baudelaire
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