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Edward Taylor, Literature, Meditation 31, poem, Poetry, Puritan Poetry, Satan, Sin

Oh! Sad-sad thing! Satan is now turned cook:
Sin is the sauce he gets for every dish.
I cannot bite a bit of bread or root (15)
But what is sopped therein and venomish.
Right’s lost in what’s my right. Hence I do take
Only what’s poisoned by the th’infernal snake.
Summary: Now every experience, everything which the poet experiences has been imbued with sin, which he refers to as “poison” or “venom.”
Notes: That Satan is referred to as a serpent is undisputed. In Genesis 3, the Tempter – although not explicitly referred to as Satan – is referred to as the Serpent, the most crafty of subtle beasts of the field (the field was the world outside the Garden). In Revelation 20:2, Satan is explicitly referred to as “that ancient serpent.”
The imagery of Satan as a cook is interesting and unusual. I cannot find any references to Satan as a cook. But, the image is on point because the original sin was brought about through eating. He did provide a dish for Adam and Eve.
Use of this image then makes for a fascinating overlay with original sin. That fruit from the Garden has now become an overlay for all subsequent human action.
All life must be lived in a manner which entails loving God with all heart, soul, mind, and strength. And no action of a human being ever approximates such a level of devotion. It is impossible for post-fall human conduct to ever be perfect.
This actually makes for a fascinating contrast with the current social mobs which attack any deviancy from orthodox thought and conduct. These mobs allow for zero tolerance, zero grace. But in contrast: Paul persecuted the Church; Peter denied Christ; David committed adultery and murder; et cetera. These are our saints. Taylor will get to the inexplicable grace of God – which so contrasts with the judgment of human beings.
Note also that this is not merely sinful but is poisonous: it is filled with venom. Thus, while it is food and desirable; it is also poisonous and spells my death.
Of special note must be the word “sopped”:
Oh! Sad-sad thing! Satan is now turned cook:
Sin is the sauce he gets for every dish.
I cannot bite a bit of bread or root
But what is sopped therein and venomish.
What is so perfect about the word is not merely the sound, but the meaning. Sin as a sauce has been poured over all of his food. He is not merely content to the sauce as it happens to be on his meat: he next uses bread to sop up all the remainders. What a vicious and brilliant vision of sin.
Musical: I rather like this stanza.
Look at all the alliteration on “s”:
Sad, sad, satan, sin, sause, diSh, sopped, venomISH, rightS, lost,
The phrase, “Sin is the Sause” is wonderfully balanced in concept, rhythm, and sound
SIN is the SAUCE
The first line SAD SAD THING SATan: the slow beat, the repetition of not merely S, but SA. “Sad thing” is a near rhyme to “Satan”
The third line of the santza switches to B and R and makes for a wonderful contrast to the sibilant S
I cannot bite a bit of bread or root
But
The alliteration draws the words together. The near rhyme of bite-bit, the movement from B to R in Bite, Bit, BRead, Root is brilliant.
Here it is again:
Oh! Sad-sad thing! Satan is now turned cook:
Sin is the sauce he gets for every dish.
I cannot bite a bit of bread or root
But what is sopped therein and venomish.
Right’s lost in what’s my right. Hence I do take
Only what’s poisoned by the th’infernal snake.