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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WOODEN CHRIST, by MARTHA FOOTE CROW First Line: At the high ridge Last Line: Hiving in its heart. Subject(s): Jesus Christ | |||
At the high ridge Of a wide war-stricken realm There stands an ancient wooden Christ. Hollow the tottering image towers, Eyeless and rotten, and decrepit there, His smile a cruel twist. Within the empty heart of this old Christ Small stinging insects build their nests; And iron-hearted soldiers cross themselves The while they pass The hollow-hearted figure by. I think there is no Christ left there In all those carnage-loving lands Save only this of hollow wood With wasp nests Hiving in its heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MEDITATION ON SAVIORS by ROBINSON JEFFERS COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TO A WREN ON CALVARY by LARRY LEVIS THE TRANSFIGURATION by EDWIN MUIR SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL |
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