Heloise and Abelard

Français : le monument d'Héloïse et Abélard (7...

Français : le monument d’Héloïse et Abélard (7ème division, numéro 90 PA-1817) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In France you may find
The tomb of Heloise
And Abelard

Great love arises
Beyond societal rules
And religion’s call

Great loss will shatter
Honor and promises
Sound the fall

So centuries later
We visit Heloise
And her Abelard

In France you may seek
The voyage of history
In their graves

Great loss leaves its mark
Like a calling card
To the price of life

Great pain is a sign
That emotion is only
The road to strife

Yet in France you may seek
A testimony to fealty
In the lovers’ graves

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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20 Responses to Heloise and Abelard

  1. I’ve heard the name Abelard before, but it was a smart horse in the ‘Ranger’s Apprentice’ series. This poem really makes me wonder about the original. Guess I have research to do.

  2. Nicely done revisiting of a classic tale (you might want to edit featly – I think you meant fealty)

  3. ioniamartin says:

    Beautifully done!

  4. As always……..beautifully written. 🙂

  5. Beautiful poem and inspiring – I know the names, I know there is a story, but I don’t know *what* it is. Thank you for the inspiration to find out.

  6. jrosenberry1 says:

    Very beautiful! 🙂

  7. Alethea Eason says:

    I love their story. Many many years ago a read a beautiful novel about them. Wish I could remember the name. Your poem, though, is also beautiful.

  8. Eric says:

    You left me covering my heart and my privates… 😉 Religious restrictions and societal mores, catalysts that destroy loves even today. I think, though, that the endurance of their feelings through correspondence over the ensuing years (a sort of John and Abigail Adams love letter affair) despite the tragedy is a more apt ending than a “happy dagger” and a bottle of poison. The lessons to me: Life takes us for a tumble, but we must go on. The heart holds many secret passages, but we must endure instead of surrender. Like your take in this poem. Eric

    • Thanks Eric – I agree with your thesis re this..your response made me immediately think, ‘oh, poor Abelard!!’…very harsh treatment for him, but the enduring love despite that is quite extraordinary. 🙂

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