Sed Non Satiata (unslakeable Lust) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA CCA BAB D AEBF AABA GCA HIB H F FBBF JKKJ AAF BBF L F FBBBABBB FFBFFB M F ABBA FNOP FFA HIF H| Bizarre d it brune comme les nuits | A |
| Au parfum m lang de musc et de havane | B |
| Oeuvre de quelque obi le Faust de la savane | B |
| Sorci re au flanc d' b ne enfant des noirs minuits | A |
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| Je pr f re au constance l'opium au nuits | A |
| L' lixir de ta bouche o l'amour se pavane | B |
| Quand vers toi mes d sirs partent en caravane | B |
| Tes yeux sont la citerne o boivent mes ennuis | A |
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| Par ces deux grands yeux noirs soupiraux de ton me | C |
| d mon sans piti verse moi moins de flamme | C |
| Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois | A |
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| H las et je ne puis M g re libertine | B |
| Pour briser ton courage et te mettre aux abois | A |
| Dans l'enfer de ton lit devenir Proserpine | B |
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| Unslakeable Lust | D |
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| Singular deity brown as the nights | A |
| Scented with the perfume of Havana and musk | E |
| Work of some obeah Faust of the savanna | B |
| Witch with ebony flanks child of the black midnight | F |
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| I prefer to constance to opium to nuits | A |
| The nectar of your mouth upon which love parades | A |
| When toward you my desires set out in caravan | B |
| Your eyes are the cistern that gives drink to my cares | A |
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| Through those two great black eyes the outlets of your soul | G |
| O pitiless demon pour upon me less flame | C |
| I'm not the River Styx to embrace you nine times | A |
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| Alas and I cannot licentious Megaera | H |
| To break your spirit and bring you to bay | I |
| In the hell of your bed turn into Proserpine | B |
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| Translated by William Aggeler | H |
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| Sed non Satiata | F |
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| Strange goddess brown as evening to the sight | F |
| Whose scent is half of musk half of havanah | B |
| Work of some obi Faust of the Savanah | B |
| Ebony witch and daughter of the night | F |
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| By far preferred to troth or drugs or sleep | J |
| Love vaunts the red elixir of your mouth | K |
| My caravan of longings seeks in drouth | K |
| Your eyes the wells at which my cares drink deep | J |
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| Through those black eyes by which your soul respires | A |
| Pitiless demon pour less scorching fires | A |
| I am no Styx nine times with flame to wed | F |
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| Nor can I turn myself to Proserpine | B |
| To break your spell Megera libertine | B |
| Within the dark inferno of your bed | F |
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| Translated by Roy Campbell | L |
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| Sed Non Satiata | F |
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| Dusky as tropic nights O bizarre deity | F |
| Redolent of havana musk and cordovan | B |
| What obeah man or Faust of the Caribbean | B |
| Wrought you child witch of night with flanks of ebony | B |
| Better than opium or Constanta Wine or Nuits | A |
| Your nectar mouth where Love swoons in a slow pavane | B |
| When my desires set forth a serried caravan | B |
| Your eyes are the twin wells where I can slake ennui | B |
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| From out these wide black eyes which are your spirit's vent | F |
| Heap fires less fierce upon me O impenitent | F |
| I am no tireless Styx to gird you nine times nine | B |
| I am no lustful Fury to exhaust your lust | F |
| To break your vigor or to make you bite the dust | F |
| Or in your bed's hell turn into a Proserpine | B |
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| Translated by Jacques LeClercq | M |
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| Sed Non Satiata | F |
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| Strange deity brown as nights | A |
| Whose perfume is mixed with musk and Havanah | B |
| Magical creation Faust of the savanna | B |
| Sorceress with the ebony thighs child of black midnights | A |
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| I prefer to African wines to opium to burgundy | F |
| The elixir of your mouth where love parades itself | N |
| When my desires leave in caravan for you | O |
| Your eyes are the reservoir where my cares drink | P |
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| From those two great black eyes chimneys of our spirit | F |
| O pitiless demon throw out less flame at me | F |
| I am no Styx to clasp you nine times | A |
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| Nor can I alas dissolute shrew | H |
| To break your courage bring you to bay | I |
| Become any Proserpine in the hell of your bed | F |
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| Translated by Geoffrey Wagner | H |
Charles Baudelaire
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