Patience is the art of concealing your impatience.
My heart has been full of the news from Texas this week. Ugh.
My parents got their first COVID-19 vaccination shots Monday -- such a relief. It feels like the pandemic is wrapping up on the one hand, but on the other, we have to keep hanging on a while longer. The expression on Saint Rosalie's face in this painting! Maybe that's how Van Dyck felt, quarantined in Palermo.
Van Dyck was in Palermo, Sicily, when a plague broke out and the city was quarantined. In their despair, residents prayed to the city’s patroness, Saint Rosalie, whose long-lost remains (she died about 1160) were rediscovered in the midst of the epidemic. [The Met]
by Devon Balwit
after “Saint Rosalie Interceding for the Plague-stricken of Palermo,” by Anthony van Dyck
St. Rosalie stares up at God like a mother skeptical
about his doings. Are you working? she calls,
having made her expectations clear: Relieve us
of this plague. No answer. Will she have to fuss?
Around her, putti clamor, all those bored children
stuck at home now that the schools have been
closed. One holds a skull, dug up from the family
crypt or the back garden. Rosalie feels a hum
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One more poem, sweetly ordinary: Against Endings by Dorianne Laux
There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Ruth!