at the altarpiece of Saint Teresa
No need to be coy—
you know what
she's doing
And so did Bernini,
when he found Teresa
in the full-throttle of
her divine vision,
caught her at it,
carving this surrender
so fluidly you expect
the impossible:
for her tang to swell up, ripe
as seafoam, from the gulf
of her flushed and falling
figure. Perhaps this is how
God comes to us,
or should come to us, all:
the bluntly and
beautifully corporeal at
prayers in the Sunday
school of pleasure. Why
shouldn't He come to us
as He did to Teresa? A saint
on her back—
a girl tearing open
the gift He gave her?
Tang? Overlooking that and what appears an unnecessary extra space between the first and second stanzas, I like this poem—its brevity, fresh and vivid phrasing, its wondering. As to what appears her salacious interpretation of the sculpture, I’d be interested to sit across from her over coffee or tea to converse on that. And I’d like Bernini there as well. -GK
I would happily be the fly on the wall for that. I like her salacious take. Bernini was more likely familiar with the look of earthly ecstasy than heavenly rapture. Belieu seems a bit over-angry in the bulk of her other work though. I bet the conversation would be lively, and maybe a little contentious. I interpret the tang reference as (feminist) pejorative. The angel holds an arrow, not a knife.
A great tribute to Saint Terresa as also a great flight of imagery employed in modern style, worthy of modern poem of the Day.
And so did Bernini, when he found Teresa in the full-throttle of her divine vision, caught her at it, about st. Theresa and her mystical ideas and experiernce. tony
or her tang to swell up, ripe as seafoam, from the gulf of her flushed and falling figure. Perhaps this is how A very fine poem. tony
God comes to us, or should come to us, all: the bluntly and beautifully corporeal at prayers in the Sunday...The Almighty 'God and human expectations. tony
Teresa, the sain The greatest philanthropic saint On this earth Served her life to teach the entire world to live peacefully... On her admiration this poem is praiseworthy.. Beautiful poem is penned
Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time,
Why shouldn't He come to us as He did to Teresa? A saint on her back— a girl tearing open the gift He gave her? beautiful. st. theresa and the poor. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why shouldn't He come to us as He did to Teresa? A saint on her back— a girl tearing open the gift He gave her? ecstatic rapture...... a fine poem and a meditation. tony