Le Flacon (the Perfume Flask) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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II est de forts parfums pour qui toute mati re	A
Est poreuse On dirait qu'ils p n trent le verre	A
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient	B
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant	B
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Ou dans une maison d serte quelque armoire	A
Pleine de l' cre odeur des temps poudreuse et noire	A
Parfois on trouve un vieux flacon qui se souvient	B
D'o jaillit toute vive une me qui revient	B
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Mille pensers dormaient chrysalides fun bres	C
Fr missant doucement dans les lourdes t n bres	C
Qui d gagent leur aile et prennent leur essor	A
Teint s d'azur glac s de rose lam s d'or	A
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Voil le souvenir enivrant qui voltige	D
Dans l'air troubl les yeux se ferment le Vertige	D
Saisit l' me vaincue et la pousse deux mains	C
Vers un gouffre obscurci de miasmes humains	C
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II la terrasse au bord d'un gouffre s culaire	A
O Lazare odorant d chirant son suaire	A
Se meut dans son r veil le cadavre spectral	E
D'un vieil amour ranci charmant et s pulcral	E
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Ainsi quand je serai perdu dans la m moire	A
Des hommes dans le coin d'une sinistre armoire	A
Quand on m'aura jet vieux flacon d sol	E
D cr pit poudreux sale abject visqueux f l	E
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Je serai ton cercueil aimable pestilence	C
Le t moin de ta force et de ta virulence	C
Cher poison pr par par les anges liqueur	A
Qui me ronge la vie et la mort de mon coeur	A
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The Perfume Flask	F
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There are strong perfumes for which all matter	A
Is porous One would say they go through glass	C
On opening a coffer that has come from the East	B
Whose creaking lock resists and grates	C
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Or in a deserted house some cabinet	B
Full of the Past's acrid odor dusty and black	G
Sometimes one finds an antique phial which remembers	C
Whence gushes forth a living soul returned to life	H
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Many thoughts were sleeping death like chrysalides	C
Quivering softly in the heavy shadows	C
That free their wings and rise in flight	B
Tinged with azure glazed with rose spangled with gold	B
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That is the bewitching souvenir which flutters	C
In the troubled air the eyes close Dizziness	C
Seizes the vanquished soul pushes it with both hands	C
Toward a darkened abyss of human pollution	I
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He throws it down at the edge of an ancient abyss	C
Where like stinking Lazarus tearing wide his shroud	B
There moves as it wakes up the ghostly cadaver	A
Of a rancid old love charming and sepulchral	E
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Thus when I'll be lost to the memory	A
Of men when I shall be tossed into the corner	A
Of a dismal wardrobe a desolate old phial	E
Decrepit cracked slimy dirty dusty abject	B
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Delightful pestilence I shall be your coffin	J
The witness of your strength and of your virulence	C
Beloved poison prepared by the angels Liqueur	A
That consumes me O the life and death of my heart	B
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Translated by William Aggeler	A
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The Flask	F
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Perfumes there are which through all things can pass	C
And make all matter porous even glass	C
Old coffers from the Orient brought whose locks	C
Grind sullenly when opening the box	C
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Or in an empty house some ancient chest	B
Where time and dust and gloom were long compressed	B
May yield a flask where memory survives	C
And a soul flashes into future lives	C
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A thousand thoughts funereal larvae laid	B
Shuddering softly under palls of shade	B
May suddenly their soaring wings unfold	B
Stained azure glazed with rose or filmed with gold	B
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Intoxicating memory now flies	C
Into the dusk and makes us close our eyes	C
Vertigo draws the spirit which it grips	C
Towards some dark miasma of eclipse	C
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Beside an ancient pit he makes her fall	E
Where Lazarus sweet scented tears his pall	E
And wakes the spectral corpse of some now cold	B
Rancid sepulchral love he knew of old	B
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So when I'm lost to human memory thrown	K
In some old gloomy chest to fie alone	K
A poor decrepit flask cracked abject crusty	A
With dirt opaque and sticky damp and dusty	A
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I'll be your pall and shroud beloved pest	B
The witness of your venom and its test	B
Dear poison angel brewed with deadly art	B
Life death and dear corrosion of my heart	B
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Translated by Roy Campbell	E
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The Perfume Flask	F
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All matter becomes porous to certain scents they pass	C
Through everything it seems they even go through glass	C
When opening some old trunk brought home from the far east	B
That scolds feeling the key turned and the lid released	B
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Some wardrobe in a house long uninhabited	B
Full of the powdery odors of moments that are dead	B
At times distinct as ever an old flask will emit	B
Its perfume and a soul comes back to live in it	B
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Dormant as chrysalides a thousand thoughts that lie	E
In the thick shadows pulsing imperceptibly	A
Now stir now struggle forth now their cramped wings unfold	B
Tinted with azure lustred with rose sheeted with gold	B
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Oh memories how you rise and soar and hover there	A
The eyes close dizziness in the moth darkened air	A
Seizes the drunken soul and thrusts it toward the verge	D
Where mistily all human miasmas float and merge	D
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Of a primeval gulf and drops it to the ground	B
There where like Lazarus rising his grave clothes half unwound	B
And odorous a cadaver from its sleep has stirred	B
An old and rancid love charming and long interred	B
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Thus when I shall be lost from sight thus when all men	L
Forget me in the dark and dusty corner then	L
Of that most sinister cupboard where the living pile	E
The dead when an old flask cracked sticky abject vile	E
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I lie at length still still sweet pestilence of my heart	B
As to what power thou hast how virulent thou art	B
I shall bear witness safe shall thy dear poison be	A
Thou vitriol of the gods I thou death and life of me	A
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Translated by Edna St Vincent Millay	E
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Le Flacon	L
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so keen some fragrances they freely pass	C
all barriers they would pierce a wall of glass	C
unlatch a coffer from the Orient	B
whose creaking hinge will scarcely grant consent	B
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or cupboard in an empty house where murk	M
sharp smells and cobwebs of a century lurk	M
thou'lt find perhaps a flask that holds a host	B
of memories free perchance a living ghost	B
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crushed in the gloom a thousand keepsakes lay	E
like coffined larvae there which quivering grey	E
released at last arise on soaring wing	N
rose flushed or azure golden glittering	N
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and swirling memories mount to thrill and tease	C
our closing eyes we reel in murk as these	C
grapple amain and hurl the quailing soul	E
down to a Pit where human odours roll	E
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and fell it on the brink that waits for all	E
where bursting Lazarus like its rotted pall	E
stirs and awakes the spectral visage of	O
a charming fusty weird forgotten love	O
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so when Oblivion blots my memory dim	P
and in a corner of a cupboard grim	P
I like cast off a sorry flask and old	B
crackled and dusty viscous green with mould	B
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I'll be thy coffin lovely pestilence	C
I'll prove thy power and thy virulence	C
dear poison brewed by angels dulcet fire	A
I've drunk my life my death my heart's desire	A
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Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks	C

Charles Baudelaire

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