Monday, August 13, 2012

Gnawing Worms

It seems a pretty fine thing to stick with the Vercelli Book for the moment, so I started on "Soul and Body I." The middle section of this dollop proved uncommonly gnarly, but I think I may have found my way through.  A long time ago, I wrote a dissertation on the uses of the grotesque in medieval English literature, and I think that for good reasons part of today's passage was a center piece of my argument: check out the nauseating picture of the body torn apart by worms.

Soul and Body I





Listen!  --since it falls to every one
to consider for himself his soul’s journey,
how it will be a deep (thing) when death comes,
(when he) cuts apart those friends who before were close:
5          body and soul! For a long time afterwards it will be
            that the spirit (must) accept from God himself
            whatever punishment or glory, exactly whatever (his) earth-vessel (i.e., body)
            earlier earned for him in the world before. 
                  The spirit must come, clamoring in its troubles:
10       every seven nights, the soul (must) find
            the body which she wore a long time before
            --(must seek it out) for three hundred winters, unless the Nation-King,
            almighty God, wishes to work the end
            of the world before that time, the Lord of hosts.
15             Then the soul cries out so care-worn
            with a cold voice, speaks grimly to the dust:
            “Oh, dust! you dreary (thing), why did you destroy me,
            (you) shit of the earth, all shriveled up,
            the (very) image of dirt? You cared little
20       about what would happen to the fate of your soul
            after it was led out of the body!
            Oh, acknowledge me, you miserable (thing)! Oh, meat for worms,
            you considered little when you, filthy (thing), succumbed
            to every pleasure-trap! (Think) how you will be
25       food for worms in the earth! Oh, formerly, in the world,
            you thought little how long this will last here!
            Oh, by an angel from the sky above, alas,
            the almighty Measurer sent on your soul
            by his very own hand, in his power-glory
30       (He) redeemed you with (His) holy blood,
            and you, you bound me with hard hunger
            and shackled me in hell’s torments.
                  I lived inside you: caged in flesh,
            I could not come out of you, and your crime-pleasures
35       crushed me. It seemed to me very often
            that it would be three thousand winters
            until your death-day. I constantly waited for our divorce??
            in misery. Ah, the result now is not too good!
                 You were pompous in your food and full of wine,
40       strutted, quite glorious, while I was (terribly) thirsty for
            God’s body, for a drink of the spirit.
            So, you never reflected here in life,
            in your corporality and crime-pleasures,
            after I was forced to live with you in the world,
45       that you could be powerfully increased and strengthened by me,
            and (that) I was a spirit in you, sent from God.
            You never rescued me from hell’s so cruel
            tortures because of your desire for pleasures.
            You must suffer shamefully for my salvation
50       on the great day when the only-begotten (Son)
            will gather all of mankind—everyone.
            You are no more attractive to any of the living,
            as a companion for men, or for mother or father
            nor any family member, than a black raven,
55       after I, alone, journeyed out of you,
            by the very hand of Him by whom I was sent on before.
            Burnished equipment cannot be borne away from here with you,
            nor gold or silver, nor any of  your goods,
*          nor your bride’s ring nor your burg-riches (lit., hall-wealth),
60       nor any of those goods which you once gained,
            but your stripped bones must remain behind here,
            torn from their sinews, and your soul must
            often seek you out against my will,
            whip you with words, for such things as you did to me.
65            You are now dumb and deaf, nor do your delights persist at all.
            By necessity, I must seek you out nevertheless at night,
            saddened by (your) sins, and slip away from you
            suddenly at cock-crow, when holy men
            perform praise-songs to the living God,
70       (I must) seek out the residence, the savage living-place
            to which you have condemned me here,
            and you--many turf-worms here will chew on you,
            black creatures (will) slit you brutally,
            gorging and greedy. Your possessions do not at all remain,
75       those (things) that you displayed to people on earth.
            Thus, it would have been much, much better for you
            when earth’s riches were (granted) to you
            —unless you had donated them to the Lord himself—
            if you had been in the beginning (born) a bird or a fish in the sea,
80       or livestock on the earth, provided with fodder,
            a field-grazing cow without consciousness,
            or the worst of wild animals in the wasteland,
            and even (better) to have been a species of snake,
85       the grimmest, if God would have wanted it,
            than (that) you ever became a man on this earth
*          or ever should have received baptism.
                 You must then be present for both of us two
            on the great day, when (all) wounds will be
90       uncovered to men, those which the sinful committed
            before in the world, long ago.
            Then the Lord himself will hear every single
            crime of men, Creator of the heavens,
            from the voice in the mouth of each and every man:
95       penance (lit., repayment) for (each) wound. But what will you say there
            to the Lord on Doomsday?
            There will be then no member too tiny knitted into (your) limbs
            that you will not be forced to repay what is right
            for each and every (one) separately, then the Lord in judgment
100     will be brutal. But will we do?
            We must then, together again, experience afterwards
            such miseries as you meted out to us here before (on earth).”
                  Thus (she) reviles that flesh-hoard, must then wander away,
            to seek out hell-bottom, not at all heaven-joys,
105     damned by deeds. The dust lies where it was,
            nor can it articulate any answer for itself
            to the sad spirit, (any) support or comfort.
            (Its) head is split open, hands dismembered,
            jaws gaping, gums slashed apart,
110     sinews are sucked out, the neck gnawed,
            fingers pulverized.
            Cruel worms rifle the ribs,
            their tongues tugged away in ten directions,
            quite a treat for the hungry (ones)[1]; for that reason they cannot trade
115     witty (lit., insulting) words with the weary guest.
            This worm is called “Gifer” (gluttonous) whose claws are
            sharper than needles.  He has so arranged it
            in that earth-pit (i.e., grave) that first of all
            he will tear apart the tongue, smash through the teeth,
120     and eat through the eyes above on the head
            and make way to other delicacies,
            as food for the worms, when that weary
            body has been chilled which he once, a long time before
            dressed with clothes. It is then the worms’ hors d’oevre,
125     a meal in the earth. May that be
            in each man’s memory, every (one) of the mind-wise!
                  But it is (much) happier when a holy soul
            fares to its flesh, wrapped in consolation.
            That errand is found to be
            more blissful in the bosom.

(to be continued tomorrow...)

[1] Lit., “as a comfort to the hungry (ones).”



1 comment:

  1. I struggled with many of these lines: please let me know if you think any in particular work well or badly, so I can fiddle with them.

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