Jesus Through Poets’ Eyes

Jesus Through Poets’ Eyes April 17, 2015

15416184450_c48e41f5e6_mIn my Catholic faith, Easter lasts for seven weeks, until Pentecost; so I’m not too late with this little Easter offering. This year for Easter, instead of hunting for colored eggs, I hunted through my book The Poets’ Jesus for some of the many ways that poets have seen Jesus over the centuries. I found hundreds; but here, lined up chronologically in their carton, are a key dozen.

As indeed He sucked Mary’s milk
He has given suck—life to the universe.
As again He dwelt in His mother’s womb
in His womb dwells all creation.

This eye-opener comes from fourth century Syrian poet Ephrem, for whom the Incarnation marvelously turned everything in the universe upside down—here, imaging Jesus as mother.

Dante, a millennium later, also sees Jesus as core of all meaning, but now All Meaning is writ large on the grand backdrop of the medieval cosmos. Reaching heaven in the Divine Comedy, Dante is dazzled by the vision of Christ as a Cross of blazing light stretching out like a cosmic tree:

From arm to arm, from root to crown of that tree,
bright lamps were moving, crossing and rejoining.
And when they met they glowed more brilliantly.

These scurrying lamps are holy souls, blissfully skipping eternally along the arms of cosmic Love.

Reacting to this distant Cosmic Christ, a late-medieval devotional movement brought Jesus down to earth. People longed to get close to his humanity, particularly his suffering on the Cross for their sins. Poets pictured themselves at his bleeding body, weeping with Mary, as in the era’s popular Stabat Mater:

Holy Mother! pierce me through:
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Savior crucified.

Upon my flowering breast
which he and no other could ever share
he slept at rest
as I caressed him there.

This poet is quite close to Jesus, too. They are lovers, in fact—or in metaphor. It’s the sixteenth century Spaniard John of the Cross in “The Dark Night,” the most famous mystical musing on Jesus as Bridegroom.

Was Jesus Humble? or did he
Give any proofs of Humility?
…He acts with triumphant, honest pride,
And this is the Reason Jesus died.

Here is the Romantic poets’ Jesus: grandly contemptuous of restrictive social norms, scoffing at humility as the groveling of weaklings—indeed, cast in the mold of the supremely self-confident Romantic poet himself (Blake here, but it could be Whitman or Goethe).

Before long, though, the poets’ Jesus fell into despair. The cause?—the crisis of religious faith near the nineteenth century’s end. Poets put into Jesus’ mouth their era’s dismayed conviction that, as Nietzsche charged, God was dead. Rilke, in “The Olive Garden,” has a disillusioned Jesus hurl accusations at the Father whose very existence he doubts:

…why is it Your will that I must say
You are, when I find you yourself no more.
Find You no more. Not within me, no.
Not in the others. Not within this rock.
Find You no more. I am alone.

The twentieth century was a traumatic time for Christian belief. In the West, agnosticism reigned; elsewhere, peoples subject to Western imperialism grew antagonistic toward all things Western, including Christianity. Under these circumstances, poets might have stopped looking at Jesus altogether. But they didn’t. As the central figure in the world’s best-known religious narrative, Jesus continued to draw poets’ attention.

Welsh poet R.S. Thomas saw Jesus as image of God’s elusiveness. In “Via Negativa,” he enlarges to cosmic scale the biblical image of Doubting Thomas touching the wound in the risen Christ’s side, then places us in the scene:

We put our hands in
His side hoping to find
It warm. We look at people
and places as though he had looked
At them, too; but miss the reflection

It’s the Cosmic Christ again, but an image now not of Dante’s glorious light but of shadow and absence.

They spit on Your black face,
Lord, our friend, our comrade

In the 1930s, Jesus became Comrade to poets worldwide who spoke for oppressed peoples. Here, he’s hero in Haitian Jacques Roumain’s “New Negro Sermon,” which became a rallying cry for the African diaspora’s first liberation movement.

Arab poets resisting oppressive regimes in the 1950s looked to Jesus as a death/resurrection archetype. Muslim Iraqi Badr Shakir al-Sayyab’s “The Messiah after the Crucifixion” imagines Christ speaking from the tomb

My heart is the sun when the sun throbs with light…
My heart is the water; it is the ear of corn
Whose death is resurrection.

Through this buried Jesus, the “underground” poet voices his subversive hopes for his people’s resurrection.

A bridled

For us Westerners, an unlikely image of Jesus. But not for Ku Sang, a Korean Christian surrounded by Asia’s Buddhist heritage, with its compassion for all suffering. In this cow dragged up a mountainside, an image of cruel humiliation, the poet sees the face of Jesus on his via crucis.

Contemporary Western Christian poets see Jesus in unlikely ways, too. That’s their point: that he pops up in unexpected guises—like the film comedian in Kathleen Norris’ “Luke 14: A Commentary”:

He is there, like Clouseau,
at the odd moment,
just right: when he climbs
out of the fish pond
into which he has spectacularly
fallen, and says condescendingly
to his hosts:…
“I fail
where others succeed.”

The Christian narrative re-awakens our astonishment in Mark Jarman’s sonnet sequence “Cycle,” which ends:

He took on flesh and then he took it off,
Or else he kept it for a souvenir,
Or else—but why keep going back and forth?
He dwelt among us, then he disappeared.
And we are left to be and keep on being,
Like everything around a central meaning.

Around the central meaning poets continue circling, seeing Jesus through the eyes of their era and their own creative imaginations.


Peggy Rosenthal is director of Poetry Retreats and writes widely on poetry as a spiritual resource. Her books include Praying through Poetry: Hope for Violent Times (Franciscan Media) and The Poets’ Jesus (Oxford). See Amazon for full list. She also teaches an online course, “Poetry as a Spiritual Practice,” through Image’s Glen Online program.

Photo above is credited to Swift Photography Company and used under a Creative Commons license.

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