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‘Looke Downe to Heaven’ 243<br />

He cries out to Mary to teach him how to become one with Jesus. He wants the same<br />

access to the physical Christ that she once had. And when he is able to ‘mix / Wounds’<br />

and ‘suck the wine’, he too will be able to ‘become one crucifix’ with Jesus. He will<br />

experience him on the cross. He will become ‘A lost Thing to the world, as it is to [him]’.<br />

He will move, by way of the senses, through the physical Jesus and into the Divine other<br />

world.<br />

In ‘Sancta Maria Dolorum’, we see that it is indeed through gaining access to the<br />

Incarnation as it was on earth that we can know God, and that it is through the times when<br />

his physical fluids can interact with ours, through blood, saliva, or tears, that we can<br />

become one with him. In her discussion of ‘The Weeper’, Lorraine Roberts most helpfully<br />

sums up this phenomenon. Of the poem she states:<br />

The up-and-down movement throughout the poem establishes a congress between<br />

heaven and earth, and that movement is paradoxically reflected in the last lines.<br />

Are these the feet of Christ on earth, at the moment of Crucifixion? Or are these<br />

the feet of the risen Christ, who has ascended to heaven and is followed by the<br />

Queen of Sorrow? Of course they are both, uniting time and space in a manner<br />

dear to the heart of all baroque artists, and no less so to Crashaw. 56<br />

Crashaw, the poet, tries with his words to give the reader this experience, and Crashaw the<br />

believer calls on one who knew Jesus in the most intimate of ways, his mother, to do the<br />

same for him.<br />

56 ‘The “Truewit” of Crashaw’s Poetry’, p. 181.

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