*MY BELOVED IS MY LOVE*
(Dedicated to Blessed Virgin Mary)
As a lily among the thistles,
So is my beloved among girls (Songs 2:2)
My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
In the coverts of the cliff, show me your face,
Let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely (Songs 2:14).
How beautiful you are, my beloved,
how beautiful you are!
Your eyes are doves,
behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead (Sons 4:1).
Your lips are a scarlet thread and your words enchanting.
Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate (Songs 4:3).
You are wholly beautiful, my beloved, and without a blemish (Songs 4:7).
Your lips, my promised bride, distil wild honey.
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
She is a garden enclosed,
my sister, my promised bride;
A garden enclosed, a sealed fountain (Songs 4:11-12).
Her cheeks are beds of spices, banks sweetly scented.
Her lips are lilies, distilling pure myrrh.
Her hands are golden, rounded, set with jewels of Tarshish.
Her belly a block of ivory covered with sapphires.
Her legs are alabaster columns set in sockets of pure gold (Songs 5:13-15).
How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter!
The curve of your thighs is like the curve of a necklace, work of a master hand.
Your navel is a bowl well rounded with no lack of wine,
Your belly a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.
Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is an ivory tower.
Your eyes, the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-Rabbim.
Your nose, the Tower of Lebanon, sentinel facing Damascus.
Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple;
Aking is held captive in your tresses.
How beautiful you are,
How charming, my love, my delight!
In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.
I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree,
I shall seize its clusters of dates!'
May your breasts be clusters of grapes,
Your breath sweet-scented as apples (Songs 7:2-9).
SUMMARY OF THE POEM
My Boloved is my Love is a metaphysical poem and is impassioned, subtle and intellectual. The poem uses conceits and startling discovery for his sensitive portrayal of romantic love.
The poem is a metaphysical love poem whic expresses the extent of the speaker's love on Mary because she is so beautiful and great more than other women. The speakers beloved is more important to him more than anything else.
He describes how magnificent her beloved is and how she cannot be compared to another woman on earth or outside earth.
CONTENT ANALYSIS
The first stanza is reaffirming what Elizabeth says in Luke 1:24, The Mary is blessed among all women.
Stanza two and three is a metaphorical way of answering the question raised by Legion of Mary's catena antiphone "Who is she that comes forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in battle array?"
The rest of the stanzas go on to tell about Mary is perfect.. For instance, when the speaker says, Her hands are golden, rounded, Her lips are likes, distilled pure myrrh, etc.
The tone of the poem is welcoming
The mood: The speaker relaxed as he merges the external and internal world. It is also prayerful.
SUMMARY OF THE POEM
My Boloved is my Love is a metaphysical poem and is impassioned, subtle and intellectual. The poem uses conceits and startling discovery for his sensitive portrayal of romantic love.
The poem is a metaphysical love poem whic expresses the extent of the speaker's love on Mary because she is so beautiful and great more than other women. The speakers beloved is more important to him more than anything else.
He describes how magnificent her beloved is and how she cannot be compared to another woman on earth or outside earth.
CONTENT ANALYSIS
The first stanza is reaffirming what Elizabeth says in Luke 1:24, The Mary is blessed among all women.
Stanza two and three is a metaphorical way of answering the question raised by Legion of Mary's catena antiphone "Who is she that comes forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in battle array?"
The rest of the stanzas go on to tell about Mary is perfect.. For instance, when the speaker says, Her hands are golden, rounded, Her lips are likes, distilled pure myrrh, etc.
The tone of the poem is welcoming
The mood: The speaker relaxed as he merges the external and internal world. It is also prayerful.
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