The Glass-vendor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There are some natures purely contemplative and antipathetic to action who nevertheless under a mysterious and inexplicable impulse sometimes act with a rapidity of which they would have believed themselves incapable Such a one is he who fearing to find some new vexation awaiting him at his lodgings prowls about in a cowardly fashion before the door without daring to enter such a one is he who keeps a letter fifteen days without opening it or only makes up his mind at the end of six months to undertake a journey that has been a necessity for a year past Such beings sometimes feel themselves precipitately thrust towards action like an arrow from a bowA
The novelist and the physician who profess to know all things yet cannot explain whence comes this sudden and delirious energy to indolent and voluptuous souls nor how incapable of accomplishing the simplest and most necessary things they are at some certain moment of time possessed by a superabundant hardihood which enables them to execute the most absurd and even the most dangerous actsB
One of my friends the most harmless dreamer that ever lived at one time set fire to a forest in order to ascertain as he said whether the flames take hold with the easiness that is commonly affirmed His experiment failed ten times running on the eleventh it succeeded only too wellC
Another lit a cigar by the side of a powder barrel in order to see to know to tempt Destwiy for a jest to have the pleasure of suspense for no reason at all out of caprice out of idleness This is a kind of energy that springs from weariness and reverie and those in whom it manifests so stubbornly are in general as I have said the most indolent and dreamy beingsD
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any man and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass the pay box of a theatre where the ticket seller seems in his eyes invested with all the majesty of Minos Ecus and Rhadamanthus will at times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the street and embrace him with enthusiasm in sight of an astonished crowd Why Because because this countenance is irresistibly attractive to him Perhaps but it is more legitimate to suppose that he himself does not know whyE
I have been more than once a victim to these crises and outbreaks which give us cause to believe that evil meaning demons slip into us to make us theF
ignorant accomplices of their most absurd desiresG
One morning I arose in a sullen mood very sad and tired of idleness and thrust as it seemed to me to the doing of some great thing some brilliant act and then alas I opened the windowH
I beg you to observe that in some people the spirit of mystification is not the result of labour or combination but rather of a fortuitous inspiration which would partake were it not for the strength of the feeling of the mood called hysterical by the physician and satanic by those who think a little more profoundly than the physician the mood which thrusts us unresisting to a multitude of dangerous and inconvenient actsB
The first person I noticed in the street was a glassvendor whose shrill and discordant cry mounted up to me through the heavy dull atmosphere of ParisI
It would have been else impossible to account for the sudden and despotic hatred of this poor man that came upon meJ
Hello there I cried and bade him ascendK
Meanwhile I reflected not without gaiety that as my room was on the sixth landing and the stairway very narrow the man would have some difficulty in ascending and in many a place would break off the corners of his fragile merchandiseL
At length he appeared I examined all his glasses with curiosity and then said to him What have you no coloured glasses Glasses of rose and crimson and blue magical glasses glasses of Paradise You are insolent You d'are to walk in mean streets when you have no glasses that would make one see beauty in life And I hurried him briskly to the staircase which he staggered down grumblingM
I went on to the balcony and caught up a little flower pot and when the man appeared in the doorway beneath I let fall my engine of war perpendicularly upon the edge of his pack so that it was upset by the shock and all his poor walking fortune broken to bits It made a noise like a palace of crystal shattered by lightning Mad with my folly I cried furiously after him The life beautiful the life beautifulN
Such nervous pleasantries are not without peril often enough one pays dearly for them But what matters an eternity of damnation to him who has found in one second an eternity of enjoymentO

Charles Baudelaire



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