"The Annunciation" by Francisco de Zurbarán‘The Incarnation Sonnets’ by Joseph Charles MacKenzie The Society September 26, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 6 Comments Incarnation I: Ego Mater Pulchrae Dilectionis I blossom forth delights on fruitful vine; My grapes are opulent and fair, Productive of a deep, supernal wine Of highest knowledge, hope, and fear. Late summer’s honey, heavy in the comb, Shall never be as golden nor as sweet As I am sweet. O thou who yearnest, come, And taste my fruits and rest thy weary feet! Yet, they who eat of me shall hunger still, And those who drink yet thirst from more to more. My branches bend to all who bend their will And seek the gifts I keep in endless store. Time stops for those who wander in my grove, That they may know the Mother of Fair Love. Incarnation II: Vox Dilecti Mei My lover cometh like a youthful stag Leaping on light across the ageless hill, A wild gazelle, bright morning’s beauteous brag, Bounding off rock and crag and crystal rill! The tree puts forth its figs upon the bough; The flowers bend, the pruning time is nigh; The vines give grapes, the barn receives the plough; The gentle zephyr waves through fields of rye. Arise, my soul’s desire, my tender dove! In the clefts of the rock I hear Thy voice; For, Thou art sweet, my one, my only love! In the cliff’s secret nook dost Thou rejoice, Whilst I prepare Thy Spirit’s nuptial bed, That human flesh be lifted from the dead. Incarnation III: Fœderis Arca Law’s words on tablets made of stone We kept within our man-made chest of gold; But she, the untouched Ark of flesh, alone, Would bear the Living Word our seers foretold. The manna man once ate but perished by, Within a golden jar we there preserved; But she, who won the heart of the Most High, The Bread of Life within her tent reserved. She flowered, like the bloom of Aaron’s Rod, But gave her blood to form the higher Priest: Her virgin flesh would veil the unseen God, That we should see His rising in the East. In her fair garden Heaven would conceive The one Redeemer of the sons of Eve. Incarnation IV: Fiat Mine eyes shall hold the sun, yet not go blind; And I shall hear the voice of my First Cause, But neither deafen nor grow mute: God’s mind Had held me ere He fixed the heavens’ laws. And though I be encompassed in His shade, That timelessness touch time within my womb, I yet remain inviolate, the Maid Of Him who comes to lift man from the tomb. Alas, what greater scandal could there be Than the Almighty swathed in human flesh? The darkened eyes of hate shall cease to see, And men of blood renew their wars afresh. Send up my answer, angel, undeterred: “Let it be done me, keeping with Thy word!” Incarnation V: Et Incarnatus Est Descending from the heavens’ highest throne, To one of dust, He keeps His Father’s height; Beyond our ken, He’s yet completely known; Invisible, He now shows forth His light! Preceding all that ever was in time, A Virgin’s utterance begins His days; The Lord of all that is, beyond sublime, He comes to us a servant stripped of praise! True man by nature and by nature God, In Him the human and divine are one, Though these be twain and each remain unflawed: The Father is revealed in Mary’s Son! That we should call her blessed, the Scriptures proved: The Unmoved Mover by her heart was moved. Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet, First Place winner of the Scottish International Poetry Competition (Long Poem Section). His poetry has appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), US News and World Report, Google News, and many other outlets. He writes primarily for the Society of Classical Poets (New York). Related Post ‘The Beast Once Foretold’ by Evan Mantyk Written upon reading the book How the Specter of Communism Is Ruling Our World. The beast once foretold for the end of days Crouched in a Karl Marx ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses Joseph S. Salemi September 27, 2017 These sonnets are magnificent. Will they be fully understood by a modern readership? Perhaps not by everyone, since knowledge of the Scriptures is not as common as it once was. These allude to the Song of Solomon, the Ark of the Covenant, the Annunciation, Aaron’s Rod, the Vine of Salvation… and all of it carefully linked together in a narrative of enfleshment in the Blessed Virgin Mary. MacKenzie is able to do what many poets are no longer capable of doing: putting theological truth into profoundly powerful and arresting language. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie September 28, 2017 I am greatly honored by Dr. Salemi’s observations, especially as the illustrious editor of TRINACRIA (whose latest issue is very soon to burst forth upon the world) has perfectly summarized my poetic endeavor, which is to put theological truth into language that speaks not to this or that “readership,” modern or otherwise, but to the human soul itself. Indeed, in my world—if only readers could visit New Mexico!—there is but God and man within a stark and timeless landscape which I can only describe as “theophanic.” So, for me, the “loquens” of poetry is not the “poeta,” but the “Deus loquens patribus in propheti,” if you will, as Dr. Salemi has perfectly suggested by indicating the fairly lush system of scriptural allusions in the poems. In this sense, the Incarnation Sonnets, the opening sonnets of the” Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen,” speak to the very act of poetry. True, “quod recipitur ad modem recipiendis recipitur.” But this is a proverb about instruction, teaching. However, in the world of poetry, whether one receives anything, nothing, or everything from a poem, depends entirely upon the reader’s acceptance of an invitation. And that act of acceptance is determined not “ab interiore,” but “ab exteriore,” that is, from above. For, the greatest poetry, like the greatest art, is incarnational. It is in a certain sense the invisible made visible—certainly not a “literal presentation of dry data that rhymes,” to speak of an error Dr. Salemi has attempted more than once to correct in this venue. Wherefore I feel I have a special license to say that poetry is nothing other than the incarnation of the eternal Logos in the particularities of human language. I realize that, as always, I have offered something which is not easy to comment, and that my verses are a kind of enigma for many, standing quite apart from what is generally expected. But I will go further. As Mary conceived God, so the poet must conceive Him in imitation of her. And for me, this is the foundation of the poetical act. So poetry begins, in a way, where God begins for our world of time, in Mary. It is therefore impossible that I should have been called to be the poet of the “Sonnets for Christ the King” without being also being called to write the “Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen.” “Ad Jesum per Mariam.” But do not the great Mysteries of faith, by virtue of being mysteries, surpass the comprehension of the intellect, and are they therefore not outside the scope of poetry? Surpassing the intellect to comprehend, concedo. Beyond the scope of poetry, nego, else Caedmon was never a poet, or St. John of the Cross. No matter, in the end. For, the inaccessibility of the great Mysteries does not mean they do not cast their supernatural light upon the mind, as indeed they do, as they pertain to the very “lux mundi,” the “lumen Christi,” without which poetry is only a vague shadow wandering in darkness. Reply Satyananda Sarangi October 2, 2017 Greetings, Sir. These not only bring forth a divine vision to the reader’s eyes and mind, they transport one to antique ages when truth, beauty and humanity were three boons bestowed upon us by the Almighty. Now, taking the example of readers like me ( from different religions and without understanding of scriptures of Christianity or any other religion), these sonnets enchant the hearts with their fruitful words of wisdom; they propagate the path towards a common goal – ‘to lead our lives in the way we have been sent to’. It won’t be a surprise if most modern readers may not connect to these kind of art. However, the ones who’ve been blessed, would find great wealth in these. Regards and best wishes. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie October 12, 2017 Kind Sir, In fact, very few Christians understand the Scriptures. For, these must be read in the light of the Fathers and Doctors if they are to be understood at all. In the West, the anti-Catholic sects for whom the history begins with Luther, for the most part reject Tradition or treat of it in a non-traditional spirit. Tradition with a capital T is critical. In authentic Christianity, the Sacred Liturgy elucidates the “loci theologici,” as does the ordinary magisterium. Modern readers cannot connect with something that is not presented to them. Reply James Sale October 10, 2017 Truly wonderful sonnets. What I like is the exploratory nature of them; the way they invite us into the theology, sometimes lightly with almost cliched classical references, like ‘the gentle Zephyr waves’ but then – always – leading to such sublime concluding couplets or lines: ‘That human flesh be lifted from the dead.’ or ‘That we should call her blessed, the Scriptures proved: / The Unmoved Mover by her heart was moved.’ – that last is simply superb. It is true as Joseph Salemi comments that we have to ask ourselves who can understand these things these days? But the answer is clear: those for whom these wonderful works are intended, AND as witnesses to the world at large. For the Word must be preached in every generation and every generation must find its own way; here is Mackenzie’s way, and how powerful it is. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie October 12, 2017 James Sale is true reader, because a true poet, and understands that reading is as much a matter of grace as writing, which gives him the last word on the subject of intended audience. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.