Spleen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHICCJK

I'm like the king of a rain country richA
but sterile young but with an old wolf's itchA
one who escapes F eacute nelon's apologuesB
and kills the day in boredom with his dogsB
nothing cheers him darts tennis falconryC
his people dying by the balconyC
the bawdry of the pet hermaphroditeD
no longer gets him through a single nightD
his bed of fleur de lys becomes a tombE
even the ladies of the court for whomE
all kings are beautiful cannot put onF
shameful enough dresses for this skeletonG
the scholar who makes his gold cannot inventH
washes to cleanse the poisoned elementI
even in baths of blood Rome's legacyC
our tyrants' solace in senilityC
we cannot warm up his shot corpse whose foodJ
is syrup green Lethean ooze not bloodK

Charles Baudelaire



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