Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STABAT MATER DOLOROSA, by JACOPONE DA TODI Poet's Biography First Line: Stood the afflicted mother weeping Last Line: Glories bright of paradise. Alternate Author Name(s): Jacopo Dei Benedeti; Bebedetti, Jacopo Subject(s): Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Religion; Women In The Bible; Virgin Mary; Theology | ||||||||
STOOD the afflicted mother weeping, Near the cross her station keeping Whereon hung her Son and Lord; Through whose spirit sympathizing, Sorrowing and agonizing, Also passed the cruel sword. Oh! how mournful and distressed Was that favored and most blessed Mother of the only Son, Trembling, grieving, bosom heaving, While perceiving, scarce believing, Pain of that Illustrious One! Who the man, who, called a brother, Would not weep, saw he Christ's mother In such deep distress and wild? Who could not sad tribute render Witnessing that mother tender Agonizing with her child? For his people's sins atoning, Him she saw in torments groaning, Given to the scourger's rod; Saw her darling offspring dying, Desolate, forsaken, crying Yield his spirit up to God. Make me feel thy sorrow's power, That with thee I tears may shower, Tender mother, fount of love! Make my heart with love unceasing Burn toward Christ the Lord, that pleasing I may be to him above. Holy mother, this be granted, That the slain one's wounds be planted Firmly in my heart to bide. Of him wounded, all astounded -- Depths unbounded for me sounded -- All the pangs with me divide. Make me weep with thee in union; With the Crucified, communion In his grief and suffering give; Near the cross, with tears unfailing, I would join thee in thy wailing Here as long as I shall live. Maid of maidens, all excelling! Be not bitter, me repelling; Make thou me a mourner too; Make me bear about Christ's dying, Share his passion, shame defying; All his wounds in me renew. Wound for wound be there created; With the cross intoxicated For thy Son's dear sake, I pray -- May I, fired with pure affection, Virgin, have through thee protection In the solemn Judgment Day. Let me by the cross be warded, By the death of Christ be guarded, Nourished by divine supplies. When the body death hath riven, Grant that to the soul be given Glories bright of Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY CANTICA: OUR LORD CHRIST: OF ORDER by JACOPONE DA TODI |
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