The Game Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGHGIJKJLMLG GNGO

Old courtesans in washed out armchairsA
pale eyebrows blacked eyes tender fatalB
simpering still and from their skinny earsC
loosing their waterfalls of stone and metalB
Round the green baize faces without lipsD
lips without blood jaws without the restE
clawed fingers that the hellish fever gripsD
fumbling an empty pocket heaving breastE
below soiled ceilings rows of pallid lightsF
and huge candelabras shed their glimmerG
across the brooding brows of famous poetsH
here it s their blood and sweat they squanderG
this the dark tableau of nocturnal dreamI
my clairvoyant eye once watched unfoldJ
In an angle of that silent lair I leanedK
hard on my elbows envious mute and coldJ
yes envying that crew s tenacious passionL
the graveyard gaiety of those old whoresM
all bravely trafficking to my face this oneL
her looks that one his family honourG
heart scared of envying many a characterG
fervently rushing at the wide abyssN
drunk on their own blood who d still preferG
torment to death and hell to nothingnessO

Charles Baudelaire



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