- Sleeping Joan of Arc (Joan of Arc on her way to Reims) by George W. Joy
As mentioned in a post at Pray Tell, today is the anniversary of the death of St. Joan of Arc, who was burnt at the stake on May 30th in 1431. Given that I'm a peace-nik, it's strange that I find her interesting, but I do. I thought I'd post of few bits from my past posts about her.
In Ten for the 4th, I mentioned a movie about her - The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc - a 1999 film directed by Luc Besson and starred Milla Jovovich (Joan) and John Malkovich (Charles VII of France). It didn't get the greatest of reviews (Ebert gave it two stars) but it did have some arresting visual imagery .....
In A fool for Christ, I posted an except from Fr. James Martin's book, My Life With the Saints, in which he discusses a painting of her. Here's the painting by Jules Bastien-LePage ...
Now the flames they followed joan of arc As she came riding through the dark; No moon to keep her armour bright, No man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, I’m tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, A wedding dress or something white To wear upon my swollen appetite.
Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way, You know I’ve watched you riding every day And something in me yearns to win Such a cold and lonesome heroine. And who are you? she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke. Why, I’m fire, he replied, And I love your solitude, I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold, I’m going to give you mine to hold, Saying this she climbed inside To be his one, to be his only bride. And deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And high above the wedding guests He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And then she clearly understood If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?