Le Mort Joyeux (the Joyful Corpse) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB AAC ACA A ADAE ABAA AFA ACB C B ADDE ACAC AAB GGB H I EJJE AAAA AAB AAB K A AEAEAEAEAAGBGB LDans 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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