In Praise of Virginity.
Look now, bride of God,
what splendour on earth awaits you,
what glories, too, in Heaven-
Look now, bride of God!
Joyful gifts you’ll get,
festive, brilliant with torches.
See there, the bridegroom comes!
Joyful gifts you’ll get.
And you will play new songs,
plucking sweet sounds from strings;
hailing with hymns your wedding day,
you will play new songs.
No one will thrust away
from the high-throned company of the lamb
you, whom he chose in love-
no one will thrust away.
Translated by John Dillon.
Hroswitha (935-1005) is a German writer of Latin drama. Born into gentle family, educated by Abbess Gerberg.
Beautiful poem, isn’t it? When I read it, I just knew, my dear readers must experience it too. Not often, does this busy mama get opportunity to pick up poetry book and find the quiet space to enjoy it. To live through it. But when I do, and find the poem, that speaks to me, what a happiness fills my heart, friends! I wish I could find the words, for the feeling, but I can’t. So my only hope is, that you, too, are poetry lovers, and will know what I mean by these words…
Hope you enjoyed it. Talk soon.