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Poems for These Times: 3

(12 April 2020)

Before Majesty

 

by Czesław Miłosz

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Our poem for this week is by the Polish poet, Czesław Miłosz (1911–2004), who directly experienced many of the violent upheavals of his time.

Before Majesty

It is bitter to praise God in misfortune,
thinking that He did not act, though He could

The angel of Jehovah did not touch the eyelids
of a man whose hand I hold,
I, a passive witness of this suffering for no cause.

Unanswered is our prayer, both his and mine.
Unanswered is my request: strike me
and in exchange give him an ordinary life.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals
and is like a half-thawed winter.

While I, who am I, a believer, dancing before the All-Holy?

 

 

For more on the life and work of Czesław Miłosz, click here.

Poems for These Times

‘Poems for These Times’ is a special collection of poetry offered in response to the Covid-19 pandemic. It is intended as a way of sustaining us, and to give us something on which to meditate together during these difficult and challenging times.

There will be just one poem each week, so that we can really stay with what is offered. We can read it – perhaps aloud – to ourselves or to any companions in our isolation, and sense the vibrations through our whole being. For poetry has the power to affect us on every level – body, mind, heart and soul. It has a magic, which, in the words of poet Adrienne Rich:

“… goes back very far: the rune; the chant; the incantation; the spell; the kenning; sacred words; the naming of the child; the plant, the insect, the ocean, the configuration of stars, the snow, the sensation in the body… The physical reality of the human voice.”

Of course, not every poem will appeal to everyone – that is inevitable. But there is also the possibility that staying with something that does not immediately appeal can be stimulating and helpful. Experience suggests that sustained attention and contemplation of a poem’s music, words and thoughts can be deeply rewarding.

It would be lovely to share any responses and thoughts you may have through our comments section below.

Barbara Vellacott

Sources (click to close)

Poem: Hymn o Perle ( Instytut Literacki, 1982) and New and Collected Poems 1931–2001 (Penguin, 2006).

Banner: Franciscan monks pray outside the door of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, The Church is believed to house two of the most sacred sites of the Christian tradition – the place of the crucifixion and the tomb where Jesus was buried and resurrected. It has been closed to visitors since 25 March 2020 due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Photograph: Eddie Gerald / Alamy Stock Photo

 

 

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3 Comments

  1. A beautiful poem, and particularly on this day

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  2. Thank you for this poignant poem and for the image of Franciscan monks. I lived for many months in Assisi, the town of St Francis, and have never forgotten the spiritual feeling of the main square, the cathedral, St Francis’ hermitage and the cave where he did retreat. These places, and the people I remember there who were so very kind to me -and who must all be quite elderly now- have been very much in my mind and heart in these times of Covid 19.

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  3. Thank you for this. Today is Western Easter – next Sunday, Orthodox Easter. I’m happily stranded with a friend in my home and we’ll be using this for our next Good Friday, this coming Friday. Woe can be transformed.

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