Ecce Femina: The Passion Of Lady Joan

Ecce Femina: The Passion Of Lady Joan
By A.Z. Foreman

With thanks to Yvor Winters

And now the Inquisition. You men speak
explaining me away. My basic wrong
was to have labored at not staying weak,
showing myself a different brand of strong.

You ask again: God's spear or Satan's arrow?
Why use such bitchcraft, drink of such desire?
The untold truth: I drew man's sword from sorrow
at peasants screaming under rape and fire.

What is a heretic? A woman skilled
in all ways of contending with a throne
is an insecurity risk when the blood spilled
beneath the moons of steel is not her own.

This truth I may not speak, nor you record,
But still we know it. As the sieges fell
I raised your hearts against you like one sword.
You feared in me much more than France or Hell

But the Timeless that unlaced me from the times.
Your coward times my men were right to scorch
have judged one's being herself the first of crimes.

The Timeless bids her be herself a torch.

If as she burns she sheds light on that cage
that lies on man and woman like a grave,
she would be knight and daylight, age by age,
the beacon, yearning, for a world unslaved.

Her truth to own herself she can but win.
Her enemy is but a kind of Man.
Yet men her name has torched shall call her kin.
Here is the Woman. Crucify who can.

1 comment:

  1. Тебе понятно страсть...поэта. Просто обожаю этот стих.

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