The Blessing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFAG HIJ KLMNOPQPRDF FSFSFFTF UFVFTWNWNXYZA2B2FB2 C2D2E2F2B2DB2 DPG2G2P OH2PH2 PAPA PFAF| When by a decree of the sovereign power | A |
| The poet makes his appearance in a bored world | B |
| With fists clenched at the horror his outraged mother | A |
| Calls on a pitying God at whom these curses are hurled | B |
| 'Why was I not made to litter a brood of vipers | C |
| Rather than conceive this human mockery | D |
| My curses on that night whose ephemeral pleasures | C |
| Filled my womb with this avenging treachery | D |
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| Since I must be chosen among all women that are | E |
| To bear the lifetime's grudge of a sullen husband | F |
| And since I cannot get rid of this caricature | A |
| Fling it away like old letters to be burned | G |
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| On what you have devised for my punishment | H |
| I will let all your hate of me rebound | I |
| I will torture this stunted growth until its bent | J |
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| Branches let fall every blighted bud to the ground ' | - |
| And so she prepares herself in | K |
| Hell's pit A place on the pyre made for a mother's crimes | L |
| Blind in the fury of her foaming hatred | M |
| To the meaning and purpose of the eternal designs | N |
| Meanwhile under the care of an unseen angel | O |
| The disinherited Child revels in the sun's | P |
| Bright force all that he eats and drinks can fill | Q |
| Him with memories of the food that was heaven's | P |
| The wind his plaything any cloud a friend | R |
| The Spirit watching can only weep to see | D |
| How in childhood his way of the cross is lightened | F |
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| With the wild bird song of his innocent gaiety | F |
| Those he would love look at him with suspicion | S |
| Or else emboldened by his calm experiment | F |
| With various possible methods of exciting derision | S |
| By trying out their cruelty on his complaint | F |
| They mix ashes or unspeakable filth with the bread | F |
| And the wine of his daily communion drop | T |
| Whatever he may have touched with affected dread | F |
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| And studiously avoid wherever he may step | U |
| His mistress parading her contempt in the street | F |
| Cries 'Since he finds my beauty a thing to worship | V |
| I will be one of the ancient idols he talks about | F |
| And make myself with gold out of the same workshop | T |
| I will never have enough of his kneelings and offerings | W |
| Until I am sure that the choice foods the wines | N |
| The 'nard ' the 'incense ' the 'myrrh' that he brings | W |
| He brings as other men would to the Virgin's shrines | N |
| And when I am sick to death of trying not to laugh | X |
| At the farce of my black masses | Y |
| I'll try the force Of the hand he calls 'frail ' my nails will dig a path | Z |
| Like harpies' to the heart that beats for me of course | A2 |
| Like a nestling trembling and palpitating | B2 |
| I will pull that red heart out of his breast | F |
| And throw it down for my favorite dog's eating | B2 |
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| Let him do whatever he likes with the rest ' | - |
| A serene piety lifting the poet's gaze | C2 |
| Reveals heaven opening on a shining throne | D2 |
| And the lower vision of the world's ravening rage | E2 |
| Is shut off by the sheet lightnings of his brain | F2 |
| 'Be blessed oh my God who givest suffering | B2 |
| As the only divine remedy for our folly | D |
| As the highest and purest essence preparing | B2 |
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| The strong in spirit for ecstasies most holy | D |
| I know that among the uplifted legions | P |
| Of saints a place awaits the | G2 |
| Poet's arrival And that among the | G2 |
| Powers Virtues Dominations | P |
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| He too is summoned to Heaven's festival | O |
| I know that sorrow is the one human strength | H2 |
| On which neither earth nor hell can impose | P |
| And that all the universe and all time's length | H2 |
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| Must be wound into the mystic crown for my brows | P |
| But all the treasury of buried Palmyra | A |
| The earth's unknown metals the sea's pearls | P |
| Mounted by Thy hand would be deemed an inferior | A |
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| Glitter to his diadem that shines without jewels | P |
| For Thou knowest it will be made of purest light | F |
| Drawn from the holy hearth of every primal ray | A |
| To which all human eyes if they were one bright | F |
| Eye are only a tarnished mirror's fading day ' | - |
Charles Baudelaire
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