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Le Cygne (the Swan) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Victor Hugo	A
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Andromaque je pense vous Ce petit fleuve	B
Pauvre et triste miroir o jadis resplendit	C
L'immense majest de vos douleurs de veuve	B
Ce Simo s menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit	C
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A f cond soudain ma m moire fertile	D
Comme je traversais le nouveau Carrousel	E
Le vieux Paris n'est plus la forme d'une ville	F
Change plus vite h las que le coeur d'un mortel	F
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Je ne vois qu'en esprit tout ce camp de baraques	G
Ces tas de chapiteaux bauch s et de f ts	G
Les herbes les gros blocs verdis par l'eau des flaques	G
Et brillant aux carreaux le bric brac confus	G
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L s' talait jadis une m nagerie	H
L je vis un matin l'heure o sous les cieux	G
Froids et clairs le Travail s' veille o la voirie	H
Pousse un sombre ouragan dans l'air silencieux	G
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Un cygne qui s' tait vad de sa cage	I
Et de ses pieds palm s frottant le pav sec	J
Sur le sol raboteux tra nait son blanc plumage	K
Pr s d'un ruisseau sans eau la b te ouvrant le bec	J
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Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre	H
Et disait le coeur plein de son beau lac natal	F
Eau quand donc pleuvras tu quand tonneras tu foudre	H
Je vois ce malheureux mythe trange et fatal	F
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Vers le ciel quelquefois comme l'homme d'Ovide	C
Vers le ciel ironique et cruellement bleu	F
Sur son cou convulsif tendant sa t te avide	C
Comme s'il adressait des reproches Dieu	C
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Paris change mais rien dans ma m lancolie	F
N'a boug palais neufs chafaudages blocs	G
Vieux faubourgs tout pour moi devient all gorie	H
Et mes chers souvenirs sont plus lourds que des rocs	G
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Aussi devant ce Louvre une image m'opprime	L
Je pense mon grand cygne avec ses gestes fous	G
Comme les exil s ridicule et sublime	L
Et rong d'un d sir sans tr ve et puis vous	G
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Andromaque des bras d'un grand poux tomb e	M
Vil b tail sous la main du superbe Pyrrhus	G
Aupr s d'un tombeau vide en extase courb e	M
Veuve d'Hector h las et femme d'H l nus	G
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Je pense la n gresse amaigrie et phtisique	J
Pi tinant dans la boue et cherchant l'oeil hagard	C
Les cocotiers absents de la superbe Afrique	J
Derri re la muraille immense du brouillard	C
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quiconque a perdu ce qui ne se retrouve	B
Jamais jamais ceux qui s'abreuvent de pleurs	G
Et t tent la Douleur comme une bonne louve	B
Aux maigres orphelins s chant comme des fleurs	G
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Ainsi dans la for t o mon esprit s'exile	F
Un vieux Souvenir sonne plein souffle du cor	H
Je pense aux matelots oubli s dans une le	F
Aux captifs aux vaincus bien d'autres encor	H
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The Swan	N
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To Victor Hugo	J
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I	-
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Andromache I think of you That little stream	L
That mirror poor and sad which glittered long ago	J
With the vast majesty of your widow's grieving	J
That false Simois swollen by your tears	G
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Suddenly made fruitful my teeming memory	M
As I walked across the new Carrousel	F
Old Paris is no more the form of a city	M
Changes more quickly alas than the human heart	C
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I see only in memory that camp of stalls	G
Those piles of shafts of rough hewn cornices the grass	G
The huge stone blocks stained green in puddles of water	H
And in the windows shine the jumbled bric a brac	J
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Once a menagerie was set up there	H
There one morning at the hour when Labor awakens	G
Beneath the clear cold sky when the dismal hubbub	O
Of street cleaners and scavengers breaks the silence	G
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I saw a swan that had escaped from his cage	I
That stroked the dry pavement with his webbed feet	C
And dragged his white plumage over the uneven ground	C
Beside a dry gutter the bird opened his beak	J
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Restlessly bathed his wings in the dust	C
And cried homesick for his fair native lake	J
'Rain when will you fall Thunder when will you roll '	-
I see that hapless bird that strange and fatal myth	P
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Toward the sky at times like the man in Ovid	C
Toward the ironic cruelly blue sky	-
Stretch his avid head upon his quivering neck	J
As if he were reproaching God	C
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Paris changes but naught in my melancholy	M
Has stirred New palaces scaffolding blocks of stone	Q
Old quarters all become for me an allegory	M
And my dear memories are heavier than rocks	G
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So before the Louvre an image oppresses me	M
I think of my great swan with his crazy motions	G
Ridiculous sublime like a man in exile	F
Relentlessly gnawed by longing and then of you	G
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Andromache base chattel fallen from the embrace	G
Of a mighty husband into the hands of proud Pyrrhus	G
Standing bowed in rapture before an empty tomb	L
Widow of Hector alas and wife of Helenus	G
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I think of the negress wasted and consumptive	B
Trudging through muddy streets seeking with a fixed gaze	G
The absent coco palms of splendid Africa	F
Behind the immense wall of mist	C
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Of whoever has lost that which is never found	C
Again Never Of those who deeply drink of tears	G
And suckle Pain as they would suck the good she wolf	B
Of the puny orphans withering like flowers	G
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Thus in the dim forest to which my soul withdraws	G
An ancient memory sounds loud the hunting horn	R
I think of the sailors forgotten on some isle	F
Of the captives of the vanquished of many others too	G
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Translated by William Aggeler	M
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The Swan	N
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To Victor Hugo	J
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Andromache This shallow stream the brief	B
Mirror you once so grandly overcharged	C
With your vast majesty of widowed grief	B
This lying Simois your tears enlarged	C
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Evoked your name and made me think of you	G
As I was crossing the new Carrousel	F
Old Paris is no more cities renew	G
Quicker than human hearts their changing spell	F
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In mind I see that camp of huts the muddle	F
Of rough hewn roofs and leaning shafts for miles	G
The grass green logs stagnating in the puddle	F
Where bric a brac lay glittering in piles	G
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Once a menagerie parked there	M
And there it chanced one morning when from slumber freed	C
Labour stands up and Transport through still air	M
Rumbles its sombre hurricane of speed	C
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A swan escaped its cage and as its feet	C
With finny palms on the harsh pavement scraped	C
Trailing white plumage on the stony street	C
In the dry gutter for fresh water gaped	C
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Nervously bathing in the dust in wonder	M
It asked remembering its native stream	L
'When will the rain come down When roll the thunder '	-
I see it now strange myth and fatal theme	L
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Sometimes like Ovid's wretch towards the sky	-
Ironically blue with cruel smile	F
Its neck convulsive reared its head on high	-
As though it were its Maker to revile	F
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Paris has changed but in my grief no change	S
New palaces and scaffoldings and blocks	G
To me are allegories nothing strange	S
My memories are heavier than rocks	G
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Passing the Louvre one image makes me sad	C
That swan like other exiles that we knew	G
Grandly absurd with gestures of the mad	C
Gnawed by one craving Then I think of you	G
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Who fell from your great husband's arms to be	M
A beast of freight for Pyrrhus and for life	B
Bowed by an empty tomb in ecstasy	M
Great Hector's widow Helenus's wife	B
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I think too of the starved and phthisic negress	M
Tramping the mud who seeks with haggard eye	-
The palms of Africa and for some egress	M
Out of this great black wall of foggy sky	-
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Of those who've lost what they cannot recover	M
Of those who slake with tears their lonely hours	M
And milk the she wolf Sorrow for their mother	M
And skinny orphans withering like flowers	M
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So in the forest of my soul's exile	F
Remembrance winds his horn as on he rides	M
I think of sailors stranded on an isle	F
Captives and slaves and many more besides	M
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Translated by Roy Campbell	F
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Le Cygne	F
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Andromache of thee I think and of	B
the dreary streamlet where through exiled years	M
shone the vast grandeur of thy widow's love	B
that false Simois brimmed with royal tears	M
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poured like the Nile across my memory strange	S
as past the Louvre new I strolled apart	C
Ol	F