The Sick Muse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCACBBA DDD BBC E F

My impoverished muse alas What have you for me this morningA
Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visionsB
In your cheek's cold and taciturn reflectionC
I see insanity and horror formingA
The green succubus and the red urchinC
Have they poured you fear and love from their urnsB
The nightmare of a mutinous fist that despotically turnsB
Does it drown you at the bottom of a loch beyond searchingA
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I wish that your breast exhaled the scent of sanityD
That your womb of thought was not a tomb more frequentlyD
And that your Christian blood flowed around a buoy that was rhythmicalD
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Like the numberless sounds of antique syllablesB
Where reigns in turn the father of songsB
Phoebus and the great Pan the harvest sovereignC
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Translated by William A SiglerE
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Submitted by Ryan McGuireF

Charles Baudelaire



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