the abbesses making communion
share food drink ideas and
a fine choral alleluia for Ursula
and eleven thousand virgin companions
renunciates these nuns are unsullied
pure as paradise not for them
a covering veil the lovely vitality
of the virgin its own protection
separate and celibate
they have dragged themselves
into exile like doves without nests
all for the sake of the lamb’s embrace
Pulcheria has pledged lifelong celibacy
inciting her sisters to join her
she’s as excited as a beauty particle
in collision with all that matters
Santa Teresa in ecstasy over Hildegard’s
refusenik compositions Saint Julian and kd
sing an ethereal duet their voices
as powerful as the trumpets of Jericho
Note
From the lyrics of Spiritui Sancto:
Spiritui sancto honor sit / qui in mente Ursule virginis / virginalem turbam / velut columbas collegit. // Unde ipsa patriam suam / sicut Abraham reliquit. / Et etiam propter amplexionem Agni / desponsiatonem viri sibi / abstraxit.
I can’t better this translation by Kathryn Bumpass:
Honor to the Holy Spirit, / who, in the mind of the / virgin Ursula gathered a / throng of virgins like doves. // And she left her own country / just as Abraham did. / And she also tore herself away from / her pledge to a man for the sake / of the Lamb’s embrace.
Hildegard was very taken by the story of Ursula and wrote thirteen works in her honour. Santa Ursula and 11 000 companions, all virgins, were slaughtered. When Ursula refused the king’s hand, he shot her with an arrow. Caravaggio has a painting of this event which hangs in Naples at the Galleria di Palazzo Zevallos Stigliano.
Pulcheria: Proclaimed Augusta (Empress) at age fifteen, she was wonderfully singleminded. In 414 CE she pledged to remain celibate her whole life: not only that, but she insisted her sisters make the same pledge. While this was done as a statement of Christian asceticism, it is reminiscent of the Roman pagan tradition of Vestal Virgins, and the feminist term, ‘wilful virgin’. Pulcheria’s name means beauty and she ruled for forty years.
This poem is from my book Lupa and Lamb.
Glory!
Thank you, Susan!