Venantius Honorarius Clementianus Fortunatus was born circa 540, near Treviso, Italy, to a family of minor nobility. He headed to Gaul in the mid-560's with the specific intention of becoming a poet in the Merovingian Court. Though political circumstances precluded his becoming court poet, he found a patron in Queen Radegunde. He is best known for two poems that have become part of the liturgy of the Roman Catholic Church — "Sing, O Tongue, of the Glorious Struggle" and "The Banners of the King are Lifted". Fortunatus is a saint of the Roman Catholic Church, commemorated on December 14. James DenBoer is the author of four full-length poetry books, six chapbooks, a sholarly bibliography of an American poet, a number of broadsides, and two books of translations, from the Latin of Venantius Fortunatus, and from Spanish and French versions of Arabic and Hebrew kharjas. He has also worked with visual artists on collaborative books, and has appeared in seven anthologies. He has been given grants, awards, and prizes from many institutions: the International Poetry Forum's U.S. Award; the National Endownment for the Arts; the National Council on the Arts; the Author's League of America; PEN Center-New York; The Carnegie Fund for Authors, The Portland Review Prize, and the Walter Pavlich Memorial Poetry Award, among others. He lives in Sacramento, CA, and makes a meager living as a lackadaisical book scout. Maria den Boer first developed a passion for Latin as an undergraduate at Calvin College (Grand Rapids, Michigan). Minoring in Latin, she took a tutorial with Ford Lewis Battles in which they translated John Calvin's Catechism of 1536. She is a secular Franciscan, with compelling interests in ecology and ornithology. |
Black Jar, White Cup So much food is brought here, a multitude of dishes; These meats and vegetables fill a silver bowl; A marble platter bears a whole garden, Painted baskets of fruit are placed before us, From a black jarI our milk into a white cup, |
White Eggs, Black Plums One of you gives me tasty treats, one sends eggs, from the other I get plums. How can my stomach find peace were for me to eat now; to tell the truth, If only I deserved all the things that refresh as today, when I am a glutton at your command! |
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