Dec 9, 2006

the call to bear Christ...



















A Poetic Commentary on Botticelli's Cestello Annuncation
By Andrew Hudgins

The angel has already said, Be not afraid.
He's said, The power of the Most High
will darken you. Her eyes are downcast and half closed.
And there's a long pause -a pause here of forever-
as the angel crowds her. She backs away,
her left side pressed against the picture frame.


He kneels. He's come in all unearthly innocence
to tell her of glory -not knowing, not remembering
how terrible it is. And Botticelli
gives her eternity to turn, look out the doorway, where
on a far hill floats a castle, and halfway across
the river toward it juts a bridge, not completed-


and neither is the touch, angel to virgin,
both her hands held up, both elegant, one raised
as if to say stop, while the other hand, the right one,
reaches toward his; and, as it does, it parts her blue robe
and reveals the concealed red of her inner garment
to the red tiles of the floor and the red folds


of the angel's robe. But her whole body pulls away.
Only her head, already haloed, bows,
acquiescing. And though she will, she's not yet said,
Behold, I am the handmaiden of the Lord,
as Botticelli, in his great pity,

lets her refuse, accept, refuse, and think again.

In this picture, in the annunciation itself, and in the story of the incarnation, Mary not only represents herself, but the whole of man and his response to his call to bear the incarnate Christ into a broken world...

May our response be as humble, obedient, and honest as Mary's...

The Magnificat (Luke 1:46-55)
My soul magnifies the Lord,
And my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.

For He has regarded the low estate of His handmaiden,
For behold, henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name. And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with His arm:
He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He has put down the mighty from their thrones,
and exalted those of low degree.
He has filled the hungry with good things;
and the rich He has sent empty away.
He has helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy;
As He spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to His posterity forever.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aaron,
I've just found your blog and I love this post. What a beautiful pairing - I've never seen that before poetry as a reflection on a painting - thanks for posting this, it was an encouragement to me today. It's always humbling to reflect on the grace of the Theotokos.

Jer

Aaron said...

swift... so good to hear from you man! it's been a long time... probably since my wedding, i think!?

yeah, i was struck by the same thing when this poem was read in a class of mine-- the unique nature of a poetic commentary on a painting-- but for me it totally brought the painting to life in an amazing way. and then the magnificat is brought into new light as well after reading the poem and seeing the painting...

what a huge calling to bear Christ...

hey, drop me an email sometime... phil has my address... or i'll get yours from him. i'd like to catch up sometime...

elnellis said...

i love this idea, fatty. so incarnational. wow, thankyou for sharing this.
p