Le Mauvais Moine (the Bad Monk) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB BBA CDA E AAAA BDBB BBF GBA B E HBIB BJBJ BBB BBB K L MBMB MBMM NNA BBA A E BBAB BLAL LBN BBA B| Les clo tres anciens sur leurs grandes murailles | A |
| Etalaient en tableaux la sainte V rit | B |
| Dont l'effet r chauffant les pieuses entrailles | A |
| Temp rait la froideur de leur aust rit | B |
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| En ces temps o du Christ florissaient les semailles | A |
| Plus d'un illustre moine aujourd'hui peu cit | B |
| Prenant pour atelier le champ des fun railles | A |
| Glorifiait la Mort avec simplicit | B |
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| Mon me est un tombeau que mauvais c nobite | B |
| Depuis l' ternit je parcours et j'habite | B |
| Rien n'embellit les murs de ce clo tre odieux | A |
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| moine fain ant quand saurai je donc faire | C |
| Du spectacle vivant de ma triste mis re | D |
| Le travail de mes mains et l'amour de mes yeux | A |
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| The Bad Monk | E |
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| Cloisters in former times portrayed on their high walls | A |
| The truths of Holy Writ with fitting pictures | A |
| Which gladdened pious hearts and lessened the coldness | A |
| The austere appearance of those monasteries | A |
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| In those days the sowing of Christ's Gospel flourished | B |
| And more than one famed monk seldom quoted today | D |
| Taking his inspiration from the graveyard | B |
| Glorified Death with naive simplicity | B |
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| My soul is a tomb where bad cenobite | B |
| I wander and dwell eternally | B |
| Nothing adorns the walls of that loathsome cloister | F |
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| O lazy monk When shall I learn to make | G |
| Of the living spectacle of my bleak misery | B |
| The labor of my hands and the love of my eyes | A |
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| Translated by William Aggeler | B |
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| The Evil Monk | E |
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| The walls of cloisters on their frescoed lath | H |
| Displayed in pictures sacred truths of old | B |
| Whose sight would warm the entrails of one's faith | I |
| To temper their austerity and cold | B |
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| In times when every sowing flowered for Christ | B |
| Lived famous monks now out of memory's reach | J |
| The graveyard for their library sufficed | B |
| And Death was glorified in simple speech | J |
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| My soul's a grave where evil cenobite | B |
| To all eternity I have been banned | B |
| Nothing adorns this cloister fall of spite | B |
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| O idle monk Say to what end were planned | B |
| The living spectacle of my sad plight | B |
| Love of my eye or labour of my hand | B |
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| Translated by Roy Campbell | K |
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| Le Mauvais Moine | L |
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| the wide cold walls of cloisters long ago | M |
| set forth God's Holy Truth for all to see | B |
| and gazing friars there with hearts aglow | M |
| rejoiced despite their chill austerity | B |
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| then when the seed of Christ would always grow | M |
| illustrious monks now lost to memory | B |
| would choose the burial plot for studio | M |
| to chant Death's glory unaffectedly | M |
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| my soul's a tomb which wretched friar I | N |
| have paced since Time began and occupy | N |
| bare walled and hateful still my cloister stands | A |
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| o slothful monk when shall I learn to find | B |
| in the stark drama of this living mind | B |
| joy for mine eyes and work to fit my hands | A |
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| Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks | A |
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| The Bad Monk | E |
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| On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed | B |
| Murals displaying Truth the saint | B |
| Whose effect reheating the pious entrails | A |
| Brought to an austere chill a warming paint | B |
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| In the times when Christ was seeded around | B |
| More than one illustrious monk today unknown | L |
| Took for a studio the funeral grounds | A |
| And glorified Death as the one way shown | L |
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| My soul is a tomb an empty confine | L |
| Since eternity I scour and I reside | B |
| Nothing hangs on the walls of this hideous sty | N |
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| O lazy monk When will I see | B |
| The living spectacle of my misery | B |
| The work of my hands and the love of my eyes | A |
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| Translated by William A Sigler | B |
Charles Baudelaire
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