Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister

Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister

A monk bitterly resents Brother Lawrence's gardening, conversation, possessions, and religious habits. He admits secretly nipping Lawrence's plants and imagines ways to damn him through scripture or a lurid French novel. After considering a pact with Satan to ruin a prized rose-acacia, he turns to the Vespers prayer while still insulting Lawrence.

By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Satirical Poetry · 741 words

First lines

GR-R-R -- there go, my heart's abhorrence! / Water your damned flower-pots, do! / If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, / God's blood, would not mine kill you! / What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming? / Oh, that rose has prior claims -- / Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? / Hell dry you up with its flames!

At the meal we sit together: / _Salve tibi! _ I must hear / Wise talk of the kind of weather, / Sort of season, time of year: / _Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely / Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt: / What's the Latin name for "parsley"? _ / What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?

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monastic life · religious hypocrisy · hatred · sabotage · damnation · dramatic monologue

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