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November 2nd, 2005

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05:37 pm - The Gazelle
The Gazelle
(Song of Songs, 2:2-17)

Hark! My beloved!
There he comes,
Leaping over mountains,
Bounding over hills,
My beloved is like a gazelle
Or a young stag.
There he stands behind our wall,
Gazing through the window,
Peering through he lattice.
My beloved spoke thus to me:
"Arise, my darling;
My fair one, come away!
For now the winter is past,
The rains are over and gone.
The blossoms have appeared in the land,
The time of pruning has come;
The song of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The green figs from the fig tree
The vines in blossom give off fragrance
Arise my darling;
My fair one, come away!"

"Oh my dove, in the cranny of the rocks,
Hidden by the cliff,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet
And your face is comely."
Catch us the foxes,
The little foxes
That ruin the vineyards--
For our vineyard is in blossom.

My beloved is mine
And I am his
Who browses among the lilies'
When the day blows gently
And the shadows flee,
Set out, my beloved,
Swift as a gazelle
Or a young stag,
For the hills of spices!
Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: "Distantly in Love", -JB

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Date:November 2nd, 2005 10:52 pm (UTC)
I have this impression that no one is actually real clear on this part of the Bible.

But you're right, it's lovely.
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)
I've always figured it's, at least in a part, a song about one of Solomon's concubines.
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 05:53 am (UTC)
How did this get posted at 5:37pm? At 5:35pm, I was knocking on your office door but no one was inside and it was dark!
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 01:14 pm (UTC)
Then you needed to knock louder.

I was here until 7 PM.
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 06:04 am (UTC)
The Song of Songs is hawt.

I wrote a kind of personalized imitation of it, for my handfasting to _boy_.
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)
I agree. I love it. :)
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 04:26 pm (UTC)
I love Song of Songs. I used pieces in my (presbyterian) wedding.
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Date:November 3rd, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)
It would fit into any religion's weddings, I think.
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Date:November 4th, 2005 12:15 am (UTC)
All I can think is how I would react if some farmer boy came bounding through my front yard, banging on my bedroom window at the crack of dawn, begging me to go prune his fig trees and hunt down the pesky foxes skulking around his vineyard...

Yeah... he'd darn well better be swift as a gazelle. [ack, pffftt, rowr!]
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Date:November 4th, 2005 03:31 pm (UTC)
*laughs* And I can see the scene, too. Ah, how lovely it would be to watch :)
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Date:November 4th, 2005 02:12 pm (UTC)

another one I like

On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings
—oh, happy chance!—
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.

In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised
—oh, happy chance!—
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.

In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.

This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me—
A place where none appeared.

Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!

Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping,
and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.

I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

-john of the cross

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