today's poem(s)

[angevin2]

You get two today, because they're short.

Jesus woundes so wide
Anon., 15th century

Jesus woundes so wide
Ben welles of lif to the goode,
Namely the stronde of his side,
That ran full breme on the Rode.

Yif thee liste to drinke,
To fle fro the fendes of helle,
Bowe thu down to the brinke,
And mekely taste of the welle.

Loverd, thou clepedst me

Comments

[speak_me_fair]

Oh, that second one...perfect.

[angevin2]

It is all too familiar a sentiment, I have to say.

[so_lily_briscoe]

Nice juxtaposition. Content whiplash, this time.

The amount of reading I've been doing the past couple of days about drinking blood makes me think I might be misguided in my belief that I'm interested in Catholicky devotional literature.

[angevin2]

Hee! Well, I actually am Catholic and thus used to the blood-drinking, but on the other hand, most devotional literature does not imagine it quite so close to the source. At least, the more recent stuff doesn't. ;)

[unkoogabriel]

I hadn't come across these before; they are both lovely. Thanks for posting them!

[arcadiaego]

I really like both of these. I was familiar with the second but had forgotten about it.