Our Lady of Vladimir, Rowan Williams
May 15, 2012
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Climbs the child, confident,
up over breast, arm, shoulder;
while she, alarmed by his bold thrust
into her face, and the encircling hand,
looks out imploring fearfully
and, O, she cries, from her immeasurable eyes,
O how he clings, see how
he smothers every pore, like the soft
shining mistletoe to my black bark,
she says, I cannot breathe, my eyes
are aching so.
The child has overlaid us in our beds,
we cannot close our eyes,
his weight sits firmly,
fits over heart and lungs,
and choked we turn away
into the window of immeasurable dark
to shake off the insistent pushing warmth;
O how he cleaves, no peace
tonight my lady in your bower,
you, like us, restless with bruised eyes
and waking to
a shining cry on the black bark of sleep.
Winter 2011/2012
March 5, 2012
The laws of nature are a rock.
But rocks also wither away.
The water seeps into the cracks,
Freezes, expands, and hews a block
That falls — So nothing stone can stay.
Hiems est Glacialis Pax
As God himself took sabbath rest,
So cities need a time to sleep,
And country can’t work all year ’round.
It seems Autumn this year thought best
To hurry on, avoiding deep
Winter’s abiding voice, the Sound
Of which can call the World to cease:
Be still! O Streets, and join the growing hush.
Bow low! O Trees, under the heavy load
As snow moves in to cover Earth below
With thick and weighty air, as if to crush
All hopes of restless, moving, ceaseless, rush.
This year both Fall and Spring contrived
To steal away my Lady’s pride.
They sought in doing so to hold
At bay the threat of deathly mold.
The fools! Whoever heard new life
To rise immortal without strife?
Remember Eos asking Zeus
To make, undying, Tithonus?
She should have asked for endless youth!
A Lenten Prayer
February 25, 2012
Spare not thy single-minded eye from me.
Deep-looking gaze the veil pierce and see
The soul of black,
Which I attempt to keep well hid from thee
And also from myself lest exposed be
The glaring lack.
Heed not the ringing cries,
The falt’ring groans, the longing eyes,
To be set free.
As when the sailors’ time
Had come to leave divine
Aea’s country,
And fearing Siren’s song, round back
Ulysses’ hand and foot to mast
With rope they lashed,
So bind me down upon your ash,
Never loosing bonds, though I ask,
Else I would dash.
Thus fixed, you have the right
To burn with cleansing light
Amassed debris.
For if myself I tried,
As Eustice clawed his hide,
Deformed by greed,
To tear much more than mere rapacity,
I’d certain, for want of will, miscarry,
Tired, spent, and slack.
O, that, transformed, I might from all sin flee
Into your patient love most joyfully
N’er to go back.
Homer & Virgil: Resources for Original Language, English to follow
February 26, 2011

This semester I am taking both Greek poetry and Latin poetry. For Greek we are running through Homer’s Odyssey and in Latin, Virgil’s Aeneid. I thought it would be fun to post a few resources I’ve found quite helpful for reading them in case there were some readers who thought running through them would be fun. And indeed they are fun! I’ll admit I continue to find Latin hard to deal with, which is counter intuitive as it is clearly the simpler language, but it just hasn’t ‘clicked’ for me yet even though I’m in my fourth semester. So I tend to get frustrated with Virgil because sometimes I feel like he’s keeping me from reading my Greek. But that’s not always the case, two scenes in particular were a blast to read; the one where Neptune rebukes the winds and the one where Laocoon urges the Trojans not to take the horse into the city and throws a spear into the side of it.
At least one thing about Homer is that he is not as transparently idealogical as Virgil-the-court-poet giving a founding myth for Rome and incorporating some blatantly political similes in the mix. Homer uses similes in a very different way, a way far more whimsical and random. For instance in that Neptune scene I mentioned, Virgil compares Neptune calming the sea to “some man” who quells a revolutionary riot (the Romans have never liked res novae have they?
), but in book VI, Homer compares Nausicaa playing ball with her handmaidens to Artemis dancing upon the mountains, chasing deer and boar with the nymphs dedicated to Zeus, which delights her mother. Homer, too, has a crapload of archaisms in his work, words and phrases that were so old apparently he didn’t even know what they meant, some of which may have gone back to pre-Indo-European languages – those especially connected to places.
Alexander Pope once said “Homer makes us hearers, but Virgil leaves us readers,” and that at least is true. Homer’s work has its roots and form in oral poetry, but Virgil’s is a literary work; Homer most often can finish a thought per line of hexameter but Virgil sometimes makes you wait a few lines before you get the verb – which is perfectly normal Latin but it makes for a heady kind of poetry. You have to connect more dots that way. Still, I’m excited to continue with both of them.
If you are already confident with the languages then you can do no better value-wise than getting the Oxford Classical Text of both. Not only are they very affordable for a basic critical text they are housed in a classy high-quality blue hardcover of a more manageable size than the Loebs. The more expensive paperback Teubner editions don’t strike me as worth the effort unless the OCT in question is woefully out of date. I should note, though, that the prefaces are in Latin! A huge plus with Virgil is that his is a single volume that contains all of his works. Homer’s Odyssey is in two volumes (I and II), as is his Illiad (I and II); his hymns to the gods and fragments complete the five volumes of his total works.
If you’re rusty on the languages and/or want a one stop shop you could instead get the Loeb editions as they contain an edited original language text with facing English translation as well as a very helpful introduction, minor commentary and index; but at least for Homer I have another English translation that I want to recommend, plus the textual apparatus in the OCT is more complete than the that in the Loeb. That said, the Loebs of course are great and scholarly… an extended apparatus is really only for the very serious scholar of classics who would have the wherewithal to make textual decisions. I only wish the Loeb’s would make their books a bit bigger.
The text we’ve been assigned for Virgil is an edited and expanded edition of the famous work of Clyde Pharr. It’s a huge help, indeed sometimes too much of a help! The notes are helpful, the more sparsely used vocabulary is glossed on the page, and there are lists for vocabulary memorization according to how many times a given work appears in the books examined. This is a ‘standard’ intermediate text of Virgil.
For Homer, we’ve been assigned the W. B. Stanford text out on Bristol. The introduction is just great and includes historical and morphological notes as well as an explanation of dactylic hexameter. Unfortunately I’ve found the endnotes far less helpful as a general rule; they often interact with other secondary literature of which I have no knowledge, besides, the grammar is most often straightforward, what takes time with Homer is the endless looking up of vocabulary. Which led me to find these amazing books (books VI-VIII & IX-XII) put out by a Phd who teaches high school kids the classics, Dr. Geoffrey Steadman. He takes pedagogical style from Pharr and uses it for Homer. So on the left side of the open book there are 20 lines of text and on the side opposite, minor grammatical notes and most importantly, all the non-major vocabulary glossed with stats on how often the word appears. So instead of spending 80% of your time getting vocab, you can get more familiar with the text. I’ve found his book absolutely essential. But I should note that Steadman self-publishes because nobody seems interested in his texts, so there will be minor mistakes here and there, but I’m able to catch them quickly. There are two things which would perfect his work, 1) A more extensive introduction such as Stanford’s, and 2) Grammatical references to Smyth’s Greek Grammar as in the Mather-Hewitt Xenophon text. Steadman has also made all his books available in PDF form for free on this site, though he asks that if you use them often perhaps consider purchasing a book to support his work. Finally, in case you didn’t know, there is a lexicon dedicated exclusively to Homeric use that one ought to have.
Finally, there is the Perseus website – an indispensable resource for studying ancient literature in the original langages. You can find most of the standard classics there. The texts are morphologically tagged so if you click on a word it will parse it for you and give you statistics for where it turns up. These statistics can be used to compile helpful vocab lists as well.
The Last Rainbow — An Apocalyptic
February 22, 2010
NOTE: It’s Lent, people; it’s supposed to be depressing.
No one remembers
When the last rainbow appeared.
Was it after that last oil spill?
The one that finally did the ocean in?
Was it after the last mountain was leveled?
Or when the last hill was slit open?
When the last of the mineral wealth was stolen?
Was it after the last forest was paved over?
After the last marsh was converted to overflow parking?
Or was it just before that delicate, unknown moment
When the scales were tipped ever so slightly,
And the air became so pregnant with poison
That that very last persistent little bird
Could not lift her petrol-slick wings in flight?
When did we break that age-old treaty
Between God and all humankind–
When God promised not to destroy the earth?
When did we take it upon ourselves
To do that which God would not do?
The last rainbow happened decades ago.
“Advent Calendar”
December 5, 2009
He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.
He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.
He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
- Rowan Williams
*picture – Tom Graves*


