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> Gospel Animare I & II (rewrite Part II)
RC James
post Jan 17 17, 21:58
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I

Abelard’s classrooms hummed with insight,
he introduced logic seductively,
and illumined charges of revision.

Walking the sodden streets, virgin thoughts
bounded beside him.
Devoted to the altar of God and son, renewed,
he undid the racky syllabus grown musty.

Heloise, niece of a lord restraining her thoughts,
whispered to her classmates wanting changes.

She released will o`the wisp
from papers of antiquated hubris
and looked for a guide, a teacher,
who espoused possibility in all,
any willing man, woman immortal , entire.

Only a solitary saint testing women's waters
witnessed her abrupt conversion in his lecture,
when, at the podium, she saw the half of herself
she thought she'd never find, fast in his eyes.

Clarity spoke to both; beyond breath,
they forsook all to sigh's effusion,
love streamed agua pura freshets
lucid as words that hold their own rain.


II

they embraced often out of view of Fulbert,
her uncle, who had appointed Abelard
her tutor. As an irascible pedant, Abelard
kept interlopers away from their lessons,
filled with classic books and brimful hearts.
Last to know, Fulbert, dark, forbidding fortress,
caught them in flagrante delecto, and pronounced
the shameful affair over and done.

Abelard learned of her pregnancy
and proposed marriage to reassure her.
she said no, she’d remain a free woman,
and not disrupt his career.
Disguised as a nun, she went to his sister’s.
Fulbert was stunnerd; Abelard pkeade
the force of love,
infuruiating hime more.


Heloise was put off by “Sweet chains,”
his sure monotony at seeing her every day;
she didn’t want that prison of love.
Fulbert’s threat was too grave,
To a convent, to take the habit,
but not the veil, so she could easily come out again.
Abelards staff betrayed him,opened his door
to Fulbert’s thugs, who castrated him, his screaming
alerted the neighbors,
scholors howled misfortune,
his agonized screaming
alerting the neighbors. Scholars howled misfortune,
women there showed him profound tenderness.

They both shared shared shame and sorrow;
shame, not conviction, turned Abelard to the monastery.
Abelard began to teach again, loose of any temptations.
Through Bishop Troies, Heloise became the first abbess
of the Paraclete Abbey; became child,
sister, mother, in the world for the rest of her days. She could not,
end all contact with him, as letters show.
Theological snipers followed Abelard, unsuccessfully.
In his last retirement, he encountered great kindness, no jealousy
for his learning. He died in 1142;

Heloise lived another twenty years, and continued her studies.
 
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post Jan 23 17, 01:50
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Hi RC!
You've come up with the whole tale, as I'd hoped you would. One of the famous and tragic romances in Christian tradition.
As opposed to Romeo and Juliet, this one is historically backed, although probably has its variations. The years passed make it legendary.

I admit I find Part I more poetic. This does not mean that I don't appreciate Part II. It's just that it gets more like prose-poetry, even tho' you've deftly threaded it all together.

I'll come back again, Richard, because it's an amazing piece and deserves several readings. I don't think I have any suggestions for improvement. Your unique style is your own and I don't believe anybody, I at least, should dabble with it.

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