Mamma non mia

Madonnaen, den udbesudlede, Mary, Maryam, jomfru Maria, Jesu moder, frelserens moder som ideen om det hellige moderskab. Ideen, der lærte os at tie og samtykke, at tilsidesætte egne behov for ofringen på moderskabets alter, at fødslen er kvindens helligste pligt. Jomfru Maria er ikke min religion, ej heller rollemodel – men jeg nyder hendes skønhed som kunstnere har skabt og formet, ærgerligt nok dog, som et ganske ensartet billede af Moderen.

The Mother Of God

William Butler Yeats
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I bore
The Heavens in my womb.

Had I not found content among the shows
Every common woman knows,
Chimney corner, garden walk,
Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
And gather all the talk?

What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
This fallen star my milk sustains,
This love that makes my heart’s blood stop
Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?