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Christian : Protestant 17th Century	About Thomas Traherne Timeline (1636? - 1674)
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Original Language English	Love
Commentary by Ivan M. Granger Themes   Crown   Honey   Lover and Beloved   Marriage   Spring Blossom   Recommended Books Enjoying the World: The Rediscovery of Thomas Traherne, by Graham Dowell The Fountain of Living Waters: The Typology of the Waters of Life in herbert, Vaughan, and Traherne, by Donald R. Dickson Landscapes of Glory: Daily Readings with Thomas Traherne, by Thomas Traherne Metaphysical Poetry: (Penguin Classics), Edited by Colin Burrow Metaphysical Poetry: An Anthology (Dover Thrift Edition), Edited by Paul Negri More >>	O nectar! O delicious stream! O ravishing and only pleasure! Where      Shall such another theme Inspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!      Abridgement of delights!      And Queen of sights! O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide! O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!      O God! O Bride of God! O King!      O soul and crown of everything!      Did not I covet to behold Some endless monarch, that did always live      In palaces of gold, Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to give      Unto my soul! Whose love      A spring might prove Of endless glories, honours, friendships, pleasures, Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!      Lo, now I see there's such a King.      The fountain-head of everything!      Did my ambition ever dream Of such a Lord, of such a love! Did I      Expect so sweet a stream As this at any time! Could any eye      Believe it? Why all power      Is used here; Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower, And Jove beyond the fiction doth appear      Once more in golden rain to come      To Danae's pleasing fruitful womb.      His Ganymede! His life! His joy! Or He comes down to me, or takes me up      That I might be His boy, And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.      But those (tho' great) are all      Too short and small, Too weak and feeble pictures to express The true mysterious depths of Blessedness.      I am His image, and His friend,      His son, bride, glory, temple, end.     -- from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs Amazon.com
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

This poem by the Traherne is almost breathless in its ecstatic exclamations. Though highly structured in meter and rhyme, he just barely seems to be able to get the words onto the page.

The first verse is an overwhelm of bliss and images: nectar, a stream, a kingdom, a king, a bride, a crown.

Why does Traherne start his poem with descriptions of "nectar," a "delicious steam" that more than anything else can "inspire my tongue with joys"? The ecstatic state is often interpreted by the sense-mind as a beautiful, rich sweetness on the upper palette and at the back of the throat, accompanied by a warmth in the belly. Because there is also a humming in the inner ear and often a visual awareness of a glowing gold or white color ("golden rain"), this experience is often compared to honey or a heavenly ambrosia. The experience is also accompanied by a blissful giddiness and, sometimes, a trembling or other body movements that can mimic drunkenness, so mystics also refer to this subtle liquid as wine: "And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup."

In Christian symbolic language, the King, of course, is Christ, or more generically the personal aspect of God. The Bride is the purified individual soul that joins with the Divine and discovers ecstasy in the holy union.

In the second verse, Traherne lists what he had been seeking all his life, what he imagined God to be: endless power, love, glory, beauty... the source of everything. But the next verse moves out of the conceptual to a revelation of what he has actually experienced. And he is flabbergasted to discover that as rich as his mental concepts of the Divine had been, the direct experience is greater still. "Did my ambition ever dream / Of such a Lord, of such love!" Love, true divine love that rejects nothing and embraces everything is just a philosophical idea until it is actually felt -- and then you realize the idea hardly hinted at the reality. This is accompanied by a sense of wholeness and bliss that descends upon the awareness, "Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower."

The final verse is the most personal. Traherne sees himself as Danae impregnated by the divine golden shower, as Ganymede the beloved cupbearer of heaven. God has descended to him, or has lifted him up; he can't tell, he doesn't care. The divine living source of everything has, in the most intimate way, touched and claimed him.

But even these descriptions "tho' great" don't, can't do justice to the reality. There are no satisfactory words for "The true mysterious depths of Blessedness." The best he can do to put this relationship into words is to suggest that he now recognizes himself as a reflection of the Divine, an intimate, a vessel, a completed work: "I am His image, and His friend, / His son, bride, glory, temple, end."

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