Fill in the boxes with

the correct words to

match their
meanings.

Choose from the

words below:

• monotonous
• lulled
• boudoir
• battering ram
• torrid
• hearth
• scapegrace
• atremble
• dismal
• ingrate
ANSWERS:
1. lulled 6. boudoir
2. hearth 7. ingrate
3. monotonous 8. torrid
4. atremble 9. dismal
5. battering ram 10.scapegrace
Charles Baudelaire
 in full Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, (born
April 9, 1821, Paris, France—
died August 31, 1867, Paris), French
poet, translator, and literary and art
critic whose reputation rests primarily
on Les Fleurs du mal (1857; The Flowers
of Evil), which was perhaps the most
important and
influential poetry collection published
in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly,
his Petits poèmes en prose (1868; “Little
Prose Poems”) was the most successful
and innovative early experiment in
prose poetry of the time.
SONG OF AUTUMN: English
translation by William Aggeler

CHANT D’AUTOMNE: Original

French title of the poem, “Song
of Autumn” written by Charles
Baudelaire
The class will be divided into seven groups. Each group
will be assigned to discuss a stanza in the poem and
they will also be assigned to look for a specific element
in the stanza.

STANZA I Mood CRITERIA:

II Metaphor
III Symbolism/s Presentation 50
IV Theme Creativity 30
V Symbolism/s Cooperation 20
VI Tone 100
VII Imagery
 I.
Soon we shall plunge into the cold
darkness;
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-
lived summers!
Already I hear the dismal sound of
firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard
pavements.
 II.
All winter will possess my being: wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced
labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My heart will be no more than a frozen
red block.
 III.
All atremble I listen to each falling log;
The building of a scaffold has no duller
sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which
crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering
ram.
 IV.
It seems to me, lulled by these
monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a
coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer;
here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a
departure.
 V.
I love the greenish light of your long
eyes,
Sweet beauty, but today all to me is
bitter;
Nothing, neither your love, your
boudoir, nor your hearth
Is worth as much as the sunlight on the
sea.
 VI.
Yet, love me, tender heart! be a
mother,
Even to an ingrate, even to a
scapegrace;
Mistress or sister, be the fleeting
sweetness
Of a gorgeous autumn or of a setting
sun.
 VII.
Short task! The tomb awaits; it is avid!
Ah! let me, with my head bowed on
your knees,
Taste the sweet, yellow rays of the end
of autumn,
While I mourn for the white, torrid
summer!
 ACTIVITY: ¼ sheet of paper
Choose five words from the unfamiliar words that have
been unlocked. Write a sentence using the words that you
have chosen.

• lulled • boudoir
• hearth • ingrate
• monotonous • torrid
• atremble • dismal
• battering ram • scapegrace
QUIZ: ¼ sheet of paper
Choose a line or stanza in the
poem that has caught your
attention. Write what you have
understood about it.
ASSIGNMENT: ½ crosswise
Write a poem about something that
makes you feel like autumn. (minimum
of 2 stanzas)

Submission : Tuesday, February 11, 2020