The Widows Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMKNO| Vauvenargues says that in public gardens there are alleys haunted principally by thwarted ambition by unfortunate inventors by aborted glories and broken hearts and by all those tumultuous and contracted souls in whom the last sighs of the storm mutter yet again and who thus betake themselves far from the insolent and joyous eyes of the well to do These shadowy retreats are the rendezvous of life's cripples To such places above all others do the poet and philosopher direct their avid conjectures They find there an unfailing pasturage for if there is one place they disdain to visit it is as I have already hinted the place of the joy of the rich A turmoil in the void has no attractions for them On the contrary they feel themselves irresistibly drawn towards all that' is feeble ruined sorrowing and bereft | A |
| An experienced eye is never deceived In these rigid and dejected lineaments in these eyes wan and hollow or bright with the last fading gleams of the combat against fate in these numerous profound wrinkles and in the slow and troubled gait the eye of experience deciphers unnumbered legends of mistaken devotion of unrewarded effort of hunger and cold humbly and silently supported | B |
| Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted benches Poor widows I mean Whether in mourning or not they are easily recognised Moreover there is always something wanting in the mourning of the poor a lack of harmony which but renders it the more heart breaking It is forced to be niggardly in its show of grief They are the rich who exhibit a full complement of sorrow | C |
| Who is the saddest and most saddening of widows she who leads by the hand a child who cannot share her reveries or she who is quite alone I do not know It happened that I once followed for several long hours an aged and afflicted woman of this kind rigid and erect wrapped in a little worn shawl she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism | D |
| She was evidently condemned by her absolute loneliness to the habits of an ancient celibacy and the masculine characters of her habits added to their | E |
| austerity a piquant mysteriousness In what miserable cafe she dines I know not nor in what manner I followed her to a reading room and for a long time watched her reading the papers her active eyes that once burned with tears seeking for news of a powerful and personal interest | F |
| At length in the afternoon under a charming autumnal sky one of those skies that let fall hosts of memories and regrets she seated herself remotely in a garden to listen far from the crowd to one of the regimental bands whose music gratifies the people of Paris This was without doubt the small debauch of the innocent old woman or the purified old woman the well earned consolation for another of the burdensome days without a friend without conversation without joy without a confidant that God had allowed to fall upon her perhaps for many years past three hundred and sixty five times a year | G |
| Yet one more | H |
| I can never prevent myself from throwing a glance if not sympathetic at least full of curiosity over the crowd of outcasts who press around the enclosure of a public concert From the orchestra across the night float songs of fete of triumph or of pleasure | I |
| The dresses of the women sweep and shimmer glances pass the well to do tired with doing nothing saunter about and make indolent pretence of listening to the music Here are only the rich the happy here is nothing that does not inspire or exhale the pleasure of being alive except the aspect of the mob that presses against the outer barrier yonder catching gratis at the will of the wind a tatter of music and watching the glittering furnace within | J |
| There is a reflection of the joy of the rich deep in the eyes of the poor that is always interesting But to day beyond this people dressed in blouses and calico I saw one whose nobility was in striking contrast with all the surrounding triviality She was a tall majestic woman and so imperious in all her air that I cannot remember having seen the like in the collections of the aristocratic beauties of the past | K |
| A perfume of exalted virtue emanated from all her being Her face sad and worn was in perfect keeping with the deep mourning in which she was dressed | L |
| She also like the plebeians she mingled with and did not see looked upon the luminous world with a profound eye and listened with a toss of her head | M |
| It was a strange vision Most certainly I said to myself this poverty if poverty it be ought not to admit of any sordid economy so noble a face answers for that Why then does she remain in surroundings with which she is so strikingly in contrast | K |
| But in curiously passing near her I was able to divine the reason The tall widow held by the hand a child dressed like herself in black Modest as was the price of entry this price perhaps sufficed to pay for some of the needs of the little being or even more for a superfluity a toy | N |
| She will return on foot dreaming and meditating and alone always alone for the child is turbulent and selfish without gentleness or patience and cannot become any more than another animal a dog or a cat the confidant of solitary griefs | O |
Charles Baudelaire
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