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The Carcass

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Remember that object we saw, dear soul,
In the sweetness of a summer morn:
At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed with pebbles strewn,

With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Burning and sweating poisons,
It spread open, nonchalant and scornful,
Its belly, ripe with exhalations.
The sun shone onto the rotting heap,
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Matthew 11 September 2019
What was the carcass of?
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Morgan 09 December 2019
We went over this poem in a class and my teacher said it's a dead prostitute, but I don't know if that is 100% correct or not.
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Lucianne Fasolo 26 September 2007
I have read this poem in the Portuguese translation, and I read the original too (with some difficulty, lol) . Baudelaire must be turning in his grave now, because whoever translated The Carcass butchered the rhymes! It was all rhymed, no free verses there...
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perez 22 June 2019
this may be 12 years late, but who cares? When you translate a poem, you should give more value to the content than the rhyme. If you would try to make it rhyme, the content would be modified a lot
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