Upper Rhenish Master

The Little Garden of Paradise, c.1410–20, Mixed media on on oak panel, 25.6 x 32.8 cm, Städel Museum, Frankfurt am Main; On permanent loan from Historisches Museum Frankfurt am Main since 1922, HM 54, bpk Bildagentur / Städel Museum, Germany / Art Resource, NY

A Garden Tryst

Commentary by Malcolm Guite

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This painting takes us straight to the heart of the mystical interpretation of the Song of Solomon. The depiction of a hortus conclusus, a garden enclosed, refers to Song 4: ‘A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse’ (4:12).

And that archetype governs the way the whole book is read by Christians, including the love celebrated in this chapter. The garden is symbolic both of the paradise garden which has been lost, and which salvation restores, and also of the inner garden of the praying soul (Bernard of Clairvaux 1979). 

This way of reading the text is not confined to the Middle Ages. In her twentieth-century commentary on the Song, M. Timothea Elliott, reflecting on the arc of scriptural narrative, writes in a comparable vein:

[W]ithin this drama of brokenness we find the Song of Songs echoing with the language of Eden and containing the promise of love redeemed. (Elliott 1998: 896)

Mary is typically present in Christian depictions of this mystical garden. This is in part because she is in Christian tradition the second Eve, whose faithful obedience was crucial in the restoration of that paradise which the disobedience of the first Eve lost, so Mary rightly takes her place in paradise regained. It is also because she is herself the type both of the whole Church and of the individual soul in prayer, open to the Spirit and fruitfully bearing Christ into the world.

This painting, though, is unusual. Mary is normally depicted in solitude in the hortus conclusus—sometimes with the Christ Child or angels but otherwise the only human figure, representing the intimacy of the soul-garden tryst with Christ.

Here, however, the garden is shown as a place of communion and community not only with other saints, but with the whole of nature redeemed. There are myriad specific flowers and birds, naturalistically represented, whilst the martyrs St Dorothea, St Barbara, and St Cecilia—joined on the ground by the Christ Child—show the redemption and healing of those who have suffered violence, and St George and St Michael (shown with a figure who is probably St Oswald, the Northumbrian king and martyr) show the triumph of faith over the evil that was the source of that violence.

The rapturous love of this chapter is not the exclusive preserve of the individual soul and her Saviour, but reaches out to include all of humanity and non-human nature.

 

References

Bernard of Clairvaux. 1979. On the Song of Songs, vol. 3, trans. by Irene M. Edmonds and Kilian Walsh (Kalamazoo: Cistercian Publication)

Elliott, M. Timothea. 1998. ‘Song of Songs’, in The International Bible Commentary: A Catholic and Ecumenical Commentary for the Twenty-First Century, ed. by William Reuben Farmer (Collegeville: The Liturgical Press)

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Song of Solomon 2

Revised Standard Version

2I am a rose of Sharon,

a lily of the valleys.

2As a lily among brambles,

so is my love among maidens.

3As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,

so is my beloved among young men.

With great delight I sat in his shadow,

and his fruit was sweet to my taste,

4He brought me to the banqueting house,

and his banner over me was love.

5Sustain me with raisins,

refresh me with apples;

for I am sick with love.

6O that his left hand were under my head,

and that his right hand embraced me!

7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

by the gazelles or the hinds of the field,

that you stir not up nor awaken love

until it please.

8The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes,

leaping upon the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle,

or a young stag.

Behold, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing in at the windows,

looking through the lattice.

10My beloved speaks and says to me:

“Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away;

11for lo, the winter is past,

the rain is over and gone.

12The flowers appear on the earth,

the time of singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove

is heard in our land.

13The fig tree puts forth its figs,

and the vines are in blossom;

they give forth fragrance.

Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away.

14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the covert of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is comely.

15Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes,

that spoil the vineyards,

for our vineyards are in blossom.”

16My beloved is mine and I am his,

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17Until the day breathe

and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle,

or a young stag upon rugged mountains.