Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 29, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Joan of Arc

by Friedrich von Schiller (1759 – 1805).

Joan of Arc

At thee the mocker sneers in cold derision,
Through thee he seeks to desecrate and dim
Glory for which he hath no soul or vision,
For “God” and “Angel” are by sounds with him.
He makes the jewels of the heart his booty,                          5
And scoffs at man’s belief and woman’s beauty.

Yet thou—a lowly shepherdess!—descended
Not from a kingly but a godly race,
Art crowned by Poesy! Amid the splendid
Of heaven’s high stars she builds thy dwelling-place,            10
Garlands thy temples with a wreath of glory,
And swathes thy memory in eternal story.

The base of this weak world exult at seeing
The fair defaced , the lofty in the dust;
Yet grieve not!  There are godlike hearts in being                 15
Which worship still the beautiful and just.
Let Momus and his mummers please the crowd,
Of nobleness alone a noble mind is proud.

(Transl. by James Clarence Mangan)


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