Ἦν βροτὸς, ἀλλὰ Θεός. Δαβὶδ γένος, ἀλλ’ Ἀδάμοιο
Πλάστης. Σαρκοφόρος μὲν, ἀτὰρ καὶ σώματος ἐκτός.
Μητρὸς, παρθενικῆς δέ· περίγραφος, ἀλλ’ ἀμέτρητος.
Καὶ φάτνη μὲν ἔδεκτο, Μάγοις δέ τε ἡγεμόνευεν
Ἀστὴρ, δωροφόροι δ’ ἄρ’ ἔβαν, καὶ γούνατ’ ἔκαμψαν.
Ὡς βροτὸς ἦλθ’ ἐπ’ ἀγῶνα, ὑπέρσχεθε δ’ ὡς ἀδάμαστος
Πειραστὴν τρισσοῖσι παλαίσμασιν· εἶδαρ ὑπέστη,
Θρέψε δὲ χιλιάδας, ὕδωρ τ’ εἰς οἶνον ἄμειψε.
Λούσατο, ἀλλ’ ἐκάθηρεν ἁμαρτάδας, [...]
Category Archives: Poetry
Περὶ Υἱοῦ (Concerning the Son)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tell It Slant
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—
– Emily Dickinson