Maria Magdalena Biela

Franciscae Meae Laudes - Poem by Maria Magdalena Biela

Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.

Esto sertis implicata,
Ô femina delicata
Per quam solvuntur peccata!

Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.

Quum vitiorum tempegtas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris.....
Suspendam cor tuis aris!

Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons æternæ juventutis
Labris vocem redde mutis!

Quod erat spurcum, cremasti;
Quod rudius, exaequasti;
Quod debile, confirmasti.

In fame mea taberna
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.

Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus!

Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica;

Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca!


Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Charles Baudelaire wrote ONE single poem in Latin, to prove that in the XXth century, he, the Father of Symbolism, can create a Latin poem as well, if not better, as Catullus, Ovid, Virgil, Cicero, Horace, Lucretius. The most wonderful ode to Francesca da Rimini.This poem proves that the XXth century could be equal to the 'Hellenistic philosophy' and the Augustan Poets. Baudelaire is known as a French symbolist modern Poet and very few readers know that this last Latin poem of our civilization became the manifesto of Latin language beauty, scented prosody: the most beautiful rhyme is present in the end of this poem USCA, ESCA, ISCA.

Comments about Franciscae Meae Laudes by Maria Magdalena Biela

  • Daniel Brick (4/3/2015 12:04:00 PM)

    This is wonderful! I was unaware of this Latin poem, but I thank you for sharing it with all of us. The story of those two doomed lovers is one of the most heart rending. Maeterlinck wrote a version of it in PELLEAS ET MELISANDE, which Debussy turned into a gorgeous opera. In some alternative universe, such stories have happy endings, but in our universe, we must always adjust our expectations to the tragic destiny. And celebrate the fragile beauty of lovers and poets and mountain ash trees and everything else that blooms momentarily. (Report) Reply

    Magdalena Biela (4/3/2015 12:41:00 PM)

    I always bow in front of the Master! I once told you that you remind me of Paracelsus and his Rose...Thank you...

    Magdalena Biela (4/3/2015 12:39:00 PM)

    I always bow in front of the Master! I told you once that you remind me of Paracelsus...Thank you..

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 9, 2015

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