Le Mort Joyeux (the Joyful Corpse) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargots	A
Je veux creuser moi m me une fosse profonde	B
O je puisse loisir taler mes vieux os	A
Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde	B
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Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux	A
Plut t que d'implorer une larme du monde	B
Vivant j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux	A
saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde	B
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vers noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux	A
Voyez venir vous un mort libre et joyeux	A
Philosophes viveurs fils de la pourriture	C
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travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords	A
Et dites moi s'il est encor quelque torture	C
Pour ce vieux corps sans me et mort parmi les morts	A
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The Joyful Corpse	A
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In a rich heavy soil infested with snails	A
I wish to dig my own grave wide and deep	D
Where I can at leisure stretch out my old bones	A
And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave	E
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I have a hatred for testaments and for tombs	A
Rather than implore a tear of the world	B
I'd sooner while alive invite the crows	A
To drain the blood from my filthy carcass	A
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O worms black companions with neither eyes nor ears	A
See a dead man joyous and free approaching you	F
Wanton philosophers children of putrescence	A
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Go through my ruin then without remorse	A
And tell me if there still remains any torture	C
For this old soulless body dead among the dead	B
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Translated by William Aggeler	C
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The Joyous Dead	B
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In a fat greasy soil that's full of snails	A
I'll dig a grave deep down where I may sleep	D
Spreading my bones at ease to drowse in deep	D
Oblivion as a shark within the wave	E
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I hate all tombs and testaments and wills	A
I want no human tears I'd like it more	C
That ravens could attack me with their bills	A
To broach my carcase of its living gore	C
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O worms black friends who cannot hear or see	A
A free and joyous corpse behold in me	A
You philosophic souls corruption bred	B
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Plough through my ruins eat your merry way	G
And if there are yet further torments say	G
For this old soulless corpse among the dead	B
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Translated by Roy Campbell	H
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The Happy Dead Man	I
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Slowly luxuriously I will hollow a deep grave	E
With my own hands in rich black snail frequented soil	J
And lay me down forspent with that voluptuous toil	J
And go to sleep as happy as a shark in the wave	E
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No funeral for me no sepulcher no hymns	A
Rather than beg for pity when alive God knows	A
I have lain sick and shelterless and let the crows	A
Stab to their hearts' content at my lean festering limbs	A
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O worms my small black comrades without ears or eyes	A
Taste now for once a mortal who lies down in bliss	A
O blithe materialists O vermin of my last bed	B
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Come march remorselessly through me Come and devise	A
Some curious new torment if you can for this	A
Old body without soul and deader than the dead	B
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Translated by George Dillon	K
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Joyful Corpse	A
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In a rich fertile loam where snails recess	A
I wish to dig my own deep roomy grave	E
There to stretch out my old bones motionless	A
Snug in death's sleep as sharks are in the wave	E
Men's testaments and tombs spell queasiness	A
The world's laments are not a boon I crave	E
Sooner while yet I live let the crows press	A
My carrion blood from out my skull and nave	E
O worms black comrades without eyes or ears	A
Behold a dead man glad and free appears	A
Lecher philosophers spawn of decay	G
Rummage remorseless through my crumbling head	B
To tell what torture may remain today	G
For this my soulless body which is dead	B
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Translated by Jacques LeClercq	L

Charles Baudelaire

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