Le Masque (the Mask) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Statue all gorique dans le go t de la RenaissanceA
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Contemplons ce tr sor de gr ces florentinesA
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeuxA
L'El gance et la Force abondent soeurs divinesA
Cette femme morceau vraiment miraculeuxA
Divinement robuste adorablement minceA
Est faite pour tr ner sur des lits somptueuxA
Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un princeA
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Aussi vois ce souris fin et voluptueuxA
O la Fatuit prom ne son extaseA
Ce long regard sournois langoureux et moqueurB
Ce visage mignard tout encadr de gazeA
Dont chaque trait nous dit avec un air vainqueurB
La Volupt m'appelle et l'Amour me couronneC
cet tre dou de tant de majestD
Vois quel charme excitant la gentillesse donneC
Approchons et tournons autour de sa beautD
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blasph me de l'art surprise fataleE
La femme au corps divin promettant le bonheur Par le haut se termine en monstre bic phaleE
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Mais non ce n'est qu'un masque un d cor suborneurB
Ce visage clair d'une exquise grimaceA
Et regarde voici crisp e atrocementD
La v ritable t te et la sinc re faceA
Renvers e l'abri de la face qui mentD
Pauvre grande beaut le magnifique fleuveF
De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieuxA
Ton mensonge m'enivre et mon me s'abreuveF
Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeuxA
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Mais pourquoi pleure t elle Elle beaut parfaiteD
Qui mettrait ses pieds le genre humain vaincuG
Quel mal myst rieux ronge son flanc d'athl teD
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Elle pleure insens parce qu'elle a v cuG
Et parce qu'elle vit Mais ce qu'elle d ploreB
Surtout ce qui la fait fr mir jusqu'aux genouxA
C'est que demain h las il faudra vivre encoreB
Demain apr s demain et toujours comme nousA
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The MaskG
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Allegorical Statue in the Style of the RenaissanceA
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Let us gaze at this gem of Florentine beautyD
In the undulation of this brawny bodyD
Those divine sisters Gracefulness and Strength aboundD
This woman a truly miraculous marbleE
Adorably slender divinely robustD
Is made to be enthroned upon sumptuous bedsA
And to charm the leisure of a Pope or a PrinceA
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And see that smile voluptuous and delicateD
Where self conceit displays its ecstasyD
That sly lingering look mocking and languorousD
That dainty face framed in a veil of gauzeD
Whose every feature says with a triumphant airB
'Pleasure calls me and Love gives me a crown '-
To that being endowed with so much majestyD
See what exciting charm is lent by prettinessD
Let us draw near and walk around its lovelinessD
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O blasphemy of art Fatal surpriseD
That exquisite body that promise of delightD
At the top turns into a two headed monsterB
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Why no it's but a mask a lying ornamentD
That visage enlivened by a dainty grimaceD
And look here is atrociously shriveledD
The real true head the sincere countenanceD
Reversed and hidden by the lying faceD
Poor glamorous beauty the magnificent streamH
Of your tears flows into my anguished heartD
Your falsehood makes me drunk and my soul slakes its thirstD
At the flood from your eyes which Suffering causesD
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But why is she weeping She the perfect beautyD
Who could put at her feet the conquered human raceD
What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanksD
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She is weeping fool because she has livedD
And because she lives But what she deploresD
Most what makes her shudder down to her kneesD
Is that tomorrow alas she will still have to liveF
Tomorrow after tomorrow always like usD
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Translated by William AggelerB
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The MaskG
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An allegoric statue in Renaissance styleE
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vStudy with me this Florentinian treasureB
Whose undulous and muscular designC
Welds Grace with Strength in sisterhood divineC
A marvel only wonderment can measureB
Divinely strong superbly slim and fineC
She's formed to reign upon a bed of pleasureB
And charm some prince or pontiff in his leisureB
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See too her smile voluptuously shineC
Where sheer frivolity displays its signC
That lingering look of languor guile and cheekG
The dainty face which veils of gauze enshrineC
That seems in conquering accents thus to speakG
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'Pleasure commands me Love my brow has crowned '-
Enamouring our thoughts in humble dutyD
True majesty with merriment is foundD
Approach let's take a turn about her beautyD
O blasphemy Dread shock Our hopes to piqueG
This lovely body promising delightD
Ends at the top in a two headed freakG
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But no it's just a mask that tricked our sightD
Fooling us with that exquisite grimaceD
On the reverse you see her proper faceD
Fiercely convulsed in its true self revealedD
Which from our sight that lying mask concealedD
O sad great beauty The grand river fedD
By your rich tears debouches in my heartD
Though I am rapt with your deceptive artD
My soul is slaked upon the tears you shedD
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And yet why does she weep Such peerless graceD
Could trample down the conquered human raceD
What evil gnaws her flank so strong and sleekG
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She weeps because she's lived and that she livesD
Madly she weeps for that But more she grievesD
And at the knees she trembles and goes weakG
Because tomorrow she must live and thenC
The next day and forever like us menC
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Translated by Roy CampbellE
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The MaskG
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An Allegorical Statue in Renaissance StyleE
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Behold this prize of beauties wholly FlorentineC
See in this muscled body lithe and sinuousD
Divine concinnity married to strength divineC
This woman sculpted by hands that wrought miraculousD
So strangely strong and so strangely slim in scopeI
She was born to throne on beds made rich and sumptuousD
To charm the happy leisure of a Prince or PopeI
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Behold these smiling lips suave and voluptuousD
Whose ecstasies of arrant self love give us pauseD
The mocking pawkishness of that long languid stareB
Those dainty features framed in luminous light gauzeD
Whose every facet says with an all conquering airB
'Lo Pleasure calls and Love crowns my triumphant head '-
On this proud creature vested with such statelinessD
See what exciting charms her daintiness has shedD
Let us draw close and walk around her O excessD
O blasphemy of Art O treachery uniqueG
That body filled with promise rapturous and rareB
Turns at the top into a double headed freakG
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No this is but a mask a decorative snareB
Poor visage lighted by a delicate grimaceD
And look contracted here in raw and hideous troublesD
The genuine head and the authentic candid faceD
Are overturned and darkened by their lying doublesD
Poor noble beauty the magnificent broad riverB
Of your sad tears flows through my heart your lie of liesD
Intoxicates me and my thirsty soul aquiverB
Is slaked by the salt flood Pain dredges from your eyesD
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But why is it she weeps whose loveliness outranksD
All others and who binds all humans by her lawsD
What hushed mysterious ill gnaws at her athlete flanksD
She weeps because O madman she has lived becauseD
She must live on But her most pitiful misgivingG
What chills her very knees and turns her tremulousD
Is that alas tomorrow she must go on livingG
Tomorrow and tomorrow evermore like usD
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Translated by Jacques LeClercqG

Charles Baudelaire



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