Autumn Song I

Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867) · 1909

alexandrines · ABAB · 16 lines · from The Flowers of Evil

Shortly we will plunge within the frigid gloom,Farewell swift summer brightness; all too short--I hear already sounding with a death-like boomThe wood that falls upon the pavement of the court.

The whole of winter enters in my Being--pain,Hate, honor, labour hard and forced--and dread,And like the northern sun upon its polar planeMy heart will soon be but a stone, iced and red.

I listen trembling unto every log that falls,The scaffold, which they build, has not a duller sound,My spirits waver, like the trembling tower wallsthat shake--with every echoing blow the builders pound.

Meeseemeth--as to these monotonous blows I sway,They nail for one a coffin lid, or sound a knell--For whom? Autumn now--and summer yesterday!This strange mysterious noise betokens a farewell.

Words in this poem

shortly adv.
In a short or brief time or manner; soon; quickly. [AS. sceortlice.]
iced a.
Covered with ice; chilled with ice; as, iced water.
duller n.
One who, or that which, dulls.
waver v. i.
To play or move to and fro; to move one way and the other; hence, to totter; to reel; to swing; to flutter. [OE. waveren, from AS. wæfre wavering, restless. See Wave, v. i.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Autumn Song I is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Flowers of Evil, Project Gutenberg ebook #36098; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Charles Baudelaire, Autumn Song I, in The Flowers of Evil (1909), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36098, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/baudelaire-flowers-of-evil/autumn-song-i.html, id L25421.

Form and metre

Autumn Song I is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is alexandrines, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABAB gloomA · shortB · boomA · courtB
  2. 2 ABAB painA · dreadB · planeA · redB
  3. 3 ABAB fallsA · soundB · wallsA · poundB
  4. 4 ABAB swayA · knellB · yesterdayA · farewellB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against alexandrines. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Shortly we will plunge within the frigid gloom,11/˘······/˘·
Farewell swift summer brightness; all too short--10·/·/˘/˘···
I hear already sounding with a death-like boom12··˘/˘/˘·····
The wood that falls upon the pavement of the court.12·······/˘···
The whole of winter enters in my Being--pain,12···/˘/˘··/˘·
Hate, honor, labour hard and forced--and dread,10·/˘/······
And like the northern sun upon its polar plane12···/˘····/˘·
My heart will soon be but a stone, iced and red.11···········
I listen trembling unto every log that falls,14·/˘/˘˘··/˘˘···
The scaffold, which they build, has not a duller sound,12·/˘······/˘·
My spirits waver, like the trembling tower walls13·/˘/˘··/˘˘/˘·
that shake--with every echoing blow the builders pound.14···/˘˘/˘˘··/˘·
Meeseemeth--as to these monotonous blows I sway,13······˘/˘˘···
They nail for one a coffin lid, or sound a knell--12·····/˘·····
For whom? Autumn now--and summer yesterday!11··/˘··/˘/˘·
This strange mysterious noise betokens a farewell.13··˘/˘˘······/

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