
Media Vita
“In the midst of life
we are in death” sang fair
Notker the Stammerer
whose spoken words
when they emerged
wingless apart hobbled:
but when he sang
Notker’s sodden eyes
gathered gold like wheat
till we fared as kings
upon the bread of angels.
In the year 912, Notker the Stammerer, a monk of the Abbey of Saint Gall, is said to have written what became the Gregorian chant below, the English translation of which is a poetic adaption from the Book of Common Prayer (1549).
Media vita in morte sumus
quem quaerimus adjutorem
nisi te, Domine,
qui pro peccatis nostris
juste irasceris?
Sancte Deus,
sancte fortis,
sancte et misericors Salvator:
amarae morti ne tradas nos.
In the midst of life we are in death
of whom may we seek for succour,
but of thee, O Lord,
who for our sins
art justly displeased?
O Lord God most holy,
O Lord most mighty,
O holy and most merciful Saviour,
deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.
2 Samuel 14:14
We must all die;
we are like water spilled on the ground,
which cannot be gathered up again.
But God will not take away life,
and he devises means
so that the banished one will not remain an outcast.
Image for Cee's Flower of the Day (FOTD), November 15, 2021 Linda at dVerse: Quadrille#140 asks us to use some form of the word "fair" in a poem of exactly 44 words. Click Mr. Linky and join in!
Oh this is so beautiful 😀
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Thank you, Cee! 💝
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Love how you took up that old Gregorian chant… I have never heard about Notker.
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Neither had I until I looked up the Latin words for a translation. Thank you, Björn.
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Well that was very nice, and fascinating…
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Glad you liked it, Ain. Digging tidbits like this while researching makes it all the more worthwhile.
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A fetching history lesson, and it emerges dipped in ink by a classical quill. Your last line is killer, and hopeful.
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Love the poetry in your comment, Glenn. And I’m glad the hopefulness came through.
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How cool – you taught me something, Dora!
❤
David
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That IS cool, especially as I was learning too! Thanks, David.
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What an absolutely beautiful quadrille Dora!
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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You’re welcome!
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I like your description of Notker’s eyes that “gathered gold like wheat” eating the bread of angels. The first line of his chant is powerful: “In the midst of life we are in death”
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That line of the chant does stick in one’s mind, doesn’t it? I can’t even remember now when I first heard it. Thank you, Frank.
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A beautiful use of the prompt Dora. Loved that one could makes us fare like kings but could not say a clear sentence without a stammer! Well done.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Dwight. Thank you.
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Oh my heart this is absolutely stunning! 💝💝
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Awww thanks Sanaa! 🙂💞💞💞💞
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a lovely lesson with olde english, thanks Dorahak!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Kate! Thank you.
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most welcome
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This is so cool!!!!! For one of my upcoming posts, would I be able to use this picture?! I will totally give you credit!!!!!
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Absolutely! I’m glad you like it! 🤗😀
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Enjoyed the beautiful verses, “but when he sang Notker’s sodden eyes gathered gold like wheat,” and the history of him at the end. An original quadrille! ❣
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He must have been something for his name to have survived some thousand years! Thanks Tricia! 🥰
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Yes, but who could forget that name! 😅 (I almost wondered if you’d made it up before seeing, nope, this is a real guy!)
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Hadn’t thought about it like that! I figured they all had funny names back then. 😂
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Thank you for the poem, and for the back story.
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So grateful for your comment, Beverly. Thank you.
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A strange historical aura surrounds your poem. Profound poetry, well done!
Awesome blog you have got 😀
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Thank you, Bookworm! Glad you stopped by and grateful for your kind words.
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Gorgeous image.
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Glad you liked it! Thank you, Anita.
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“In the midst of life
we are in death”…so true! Such a beautiful photo…Thank you, Dora!!😊🧡💚💙
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Thank you, sister! Have a wonderful evening, Pat. 💝
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Wow, great photo of bee at work!
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Glad you liked it, Lynn. He was unexpectedly still at the time.
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Oh, that’s lovely. And left me wondering if Notker was one of those stammerers who can sing fluently even though they struggle with every day speech.
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I’m betting he was, his music being far more than a compensation. Thank you, Sarah.
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I had no clue about this! Thanks for sharing the backstory to your beautiful quadrille, Dora. ❤️
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I’m glad it pleased you, Punam, the chant’s history is fascinating.
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It sure is. You are welcome.
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This is stunning, Dora. So beautiful!
And thank you for sharing the history, too.
True today, too, that people who stutter when they speak can often sing without the stutter, but it must have seemed miraculous then.
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Thank you, Merril. I wonder if he relished being called the Stutterer given his musical ability, or whether it was an (unkind) school nickname that just stuck.
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I can’t imagine anyone would have liked that nickname. Perhaps there was more than one of that name, so this distinguished them.
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Sort of like Dora the Explorer? *Groan* But I see what you mean.🙂
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🤣
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Just gorgeous Dora, beautiful!
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Rob, thank you! Glad you like it. 🙂
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Something people were once painfully aware of, that death is the inevitable end for everything, and it obeys no rules nor comes at a set time of life. Lovely quadrille, Dora.
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Thank you, Jane. In days when plagues swept off a third of a population, death was no stranger, was it?
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Aside from the plagues, wars and famines which were intermittent, it was a third of all women in childbirth or pregnancy and 30-50% infant mortality rate. How they ever managed to smile is a mystery to me.
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Women hit hardest, unsurprisingly. Of course the rich were able to leave the cities and quarantine themselves in their country houses. Recently read of a non-conformist Puritan pastor who stayed in London to tend to the sick and dying while the state-sponsored CoE ecclesiastics left their parishes and fled. The mothers may have had a hard time smiling, but their clear-eyed perception of the way things were probably gave them more than their share of compassion.
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Their notions of hygiene and how diseases spread were so up the creek that they probably spread the plagues rather than fled them. Life must have been so hard. I find it difficult to imagine. Life expectancy being in the thirties. Nasty, brutish and short.
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Thank for introducing me to Notker!! I enjoyed the read.
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I’m so glad! Thank you, Beverly!
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I don’t know much of Gregorian Chants…thanks!
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They are very calming, usually in Latin which I don’t know much of, and put me in a very meditative state of mind: just close my eyes and relax. Extremely distracting otherwise. 🙂
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Gotcha
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