"caeli" poems
Je te chante
A toute heure
Religieusement
Les très grandes moultes belles et riches heures de Ma Dame
Je te les chante en latin à matines
Ave Maria Plena Gratia
Je te les chante à laudes
Tota pulchra es amica
Je te chante en latin les petites heures, les heures de pucelle
Je te les chante à prime
Regina caeli letare
Je te les chante à tierce
Benedicta es tu filia
Je te les chante à sexte
Obsecro te domina sancta Maria, Mater dei, pietate plenissima
Je te les chante à none
O intemerata et in eternum benedicta
Je te chante en latin les grandes heures, les donzelles
Je te les chante à vêpres
Alleluia Hosanna Musa Benedicta tu in Musis
Je te les chante à complies
Salve Regina Mater misericordiae vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve
Et dans le silence de ma cellule
Noire et blanche
Je te renouvelle
Après l'office des complies
Sans antiphonaire et sans graduel
Mes voeux d'humilité, de pauvreté et chasteté
Ecoute la prière grégorienne
De ton moine cistercien, ton baryton orthodoxe,
Ton serviteur, ton esclave, ton Musc
Nu et sincère sans habit et sans scapulaire
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
5.30am dawn
birdsong
smell of fresh flowers,
aperiam ***** mea,
Dom Joe rabbit-like
(affectionately) put
a finger to his lips
to remind me
of the Grand Silence
that was in
the refectory for breakfast,
she presented me
with her soft fruit
and said take
and enjoy,
the breviary
black and heavy
held in hands
looking for the Matins Office
Latin and plainsong,
ascoltare Dio
the Italian monk said
as I helped in
the abbey library
to sort books
dust off shelves,
Hugh thin faced said
all rings and personal items
must be left
in the care of the abbot
all that is
of the past must
be left behind,
the smell of polish
and old bricks
and the French
peasant monk(lay-brother)
walked along the aisle
of the church as if
across a muddy field
in his heavy black boots,
love with tenderness
not passion
wisdom not foolishness
and strength
(St) Bernard said
I read some place,
parler à Dieu
de ne pas lui
the French monk said
to me as I am with you
as we cleared grass
at the roadside
to the abbey,
smell of incense
in the church
before Terce after Mass
and closing the eyes
and breathing it in,
I wanted
to **** her fig
but she giggled too much
so just kissed her lips,
if you want
be a real seeker of truth
it is necessary
said Gareth
quoting Descartes
that once in your life
you doubt everything,
afternoon tea and biscuits
in the cloister garth
the trolley pushed
onto the lawn there
and chit-chat
and talk of the day,
during Compline
in the semi dark
as monks sang
the Regina Caeli
I stared at the high windows
and mused on her
naked and lying there
arms open
legs spread
that image seeped
into my head.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Sanctus satanas, sanctus Dominus diabolus sabaoth satanas-venire satanas venire Ave, satanas, Ave satanas Tui sunt caeli Ave satanas.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
The young boy was raised in the sun like a raisin.
Detached shrouds were his comforters,
As were periodical mental lapses of living in the upper boundary of Amazement.
Up there, he would be able to see Caeli.
Teachers warned him to focus on reality,
At conferences his parents saw he was failing.
But it was as if he didn't exist,
His presence was fading in the back of the crowd.
He was there, but not there,
On a aloof voyage sailing the ship he designed.
I believe the reason he almost drowned
Was because he thought he could explore the depths of Atlantis.
No one could find him.
He returned after the horizon bloomed.
And still to this day he lives a life of clouds and sunsets.
You might just be able to find him,
I know I have.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 11/18/10
Revised 9/23/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
o tempestas
ira caeli
moles ingens nihili
te pervertis
ubi aestas
aerum pulsat calide
nunc appares
vorax nubes
tenebrarum columna
tum evanes
tam occulte
quam intrasti resonans
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC