I recently came across a nun who was famous for her poetry, among other things, so decided to see if we have more “nun poets” in our Catholic history.
Perhaps the
most famous was SISTER MARY MADELEVA
WOLFF. I had heard of her in High School as her college in
Born in 1887 in
Her father was
a Lutheran and
a saddle and harness maker, who was twice mayor of
She had an
early interest in education, attending the
She began teaching at Saint Mary's and earned a master's
degree in 1918 in literature. After spending the next few years out west as
principal of
A prolific
writer with more than twenty books to her credit, Sister Madeleva also
expressed her thoughts and opinions through numerous speeches and membership in
various poetry societies.
Known for her great energy, , Sister Madeleva personally corresponded with a wide range of prominent individuals. Thomas Merton sent her manuscripts for her to review before they were published. She talked with C.S. Lewis about his teaching and writing, discussed politics with the Kennedys and formed a close friendship with actress Helen Hayes. Her other frequent correspondents include famed physician Dr. Tom Dooley, British historian and sociologist Christopher Dawson, English actor and writer Robert Speaight, and diplomat and playwright Clare Booth Luce. Clare Booth Luce’s husband Henry Luce, then editor of Time and Life magazines, found Sister Madeleva to be such a remarkable woman and strong role model for future generations of men and women alike that he featured her in the June 10, 1957 issue of Life
She died at age 77 in 1964. An obituary described her as “the most renowned nun in the world.” The only poem I could find on- line is the following:
Things to be loved
The Carceri, soft rain in February,
These two stone oaks, this sky of Giotto’s blue,
Beds of hepatica and fritillary
In this square garden plot that Francis knew:
These things are to be loved I know.
I love them
In their still world, uplifted from the plain.
I choose for you the diffident dearest of them,
White fritillaries in the Umbrian rain.
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