Analysis of Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving)
Charles Baudelaire 1821 (Paris) – 1867 (Paris)
Ce spectre singulier n'a pour toute toilette,
Grotesquement campé sur son front de squelette,
Qu'un diadème affreux sentant le carnaval.
Sans éperons, sans fouet, il essouffle un cheval,
Fantôme comme lui, rosse apocalyptique,
Qui bave des naseaux comme un épileptique.
Au travers de l'espace ils s'enfoncent tous deux,
Et foulent l'infini d'un sabot hasardeux.
Le cavalier promène un sabre qui flamboie
Sur les foules sans nom que sa monture broie,
Et parcourt, comme un prince inspectant sa maison,
Le cimetière immense et froid, sans horizon,
Où gisent, aux lueurs d'un soleil blanc et terne,
Les peuples de l'histoire ancienne et moderne.
A Fantastic Print
That strange specter wears nothing more
Than a diadem, atrocious and tawdry,
Grotesquely fixed on his skeleton brow.
Without spurs, without whip, he winds a horse,
A phantom like himself, an apocalyptic steed
That foams at the nostrils like an epileptic.
Both of them are plunging through space
And trampling on the infinite with daring feet.
The horseman is waving a flaming sword
Over the nameless crowds who are crushed by his mount
And examines like a prince inspecting his house,
The graveyard, immense and cold, with no horizon,
Where lie, in the glimmer of a white, lifeless sun,
The races of history, ancient and modern.
— Translated by William Aggeler
A monstrous spectre carries on his forehead,
And at a rakish tilt, grotesquely horrid,
A crown such as at carnivals parade.
Without a Whip or spur he rides a jade,
A phantom-like apocalyptic moke,
Whose nostrils seem with rabid froth to smoke.
Across unbounded space the couple moves
Spurning infinity with reckless hooves.
The horseman waves a sword that lights the gloom
Of nameless crowds he tramples to their doom,
And, like a prince his mansion, goes inspecting
The graveyard, which, no skyline intersecting,
Contains, beneath a sun that's white and bleak,
Peoples of history, modem and antique.
— Translated by Roy Campbell
This eerie specter wears no clothes at all.
A dreadful crown, reeking of carnival,
Sits weirdly on his naked skull. Without
Or spurs or whip, he wears his charger out
(A ghostly and apocalyptic nag,
Nose foaming like an epileptic hag).
The hideous pair plunge ruthlessly through space,
Trampling infinity at breakneck pace.
The horseman's flaming sword, as on they rush,
Fells victims that his steed has failed to crush,
And, like a prince inspecting his domain,
He scans the graveyard's limitless chill plain
Where, in a dull white sun's exhausted light,
Lies every race since man emerged from night.
— Translated by Jacques LeClercq
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Metre | 110110111 1111111 11111101 11111111 1111011 1111111 110111111 1111111 0011111011 111111111 111111110 01101111010 11111101111 11111101 00101 11101101 1010010010 0101111001 0110111101 010101100101 11101011010 11111011 010101001101 0101100101 100101111111 001010101011 01010111010 110010101101 010110010010 0101101 01010101110 01010101010 0111110001 0101111101 010100101 1101110111 0101010101 1001001101 0101011101 1101110111 01011101010 01111010 0101011101 10110010001 0101110 1101011111 0101101100 1101110101 1111111101 010000101 110110101 01001110011 100100111 011011111 1101111111 0101010101 110110011 1001110101 11001110111 0101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 2,821 |
Words | 435 |
Sentences | 18 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 1, 14, 1, 14, 1, 8, 6, 1 |
Lines Amount | 60 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 230 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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