Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
I
This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned…?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry…"
II
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance…
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.
Notes
Translated by Tanya Karshtedt
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i'm trying to figure that out myself at the moment! ha ha. absoloutely beautiful poem. but maybe not free...erm there is a rhyming structure abcb in the two stanzas oh! i wish i knew more!
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This really gets to the very essence of the heart of Christ, and his strength to go through with his death- really brings out his humanity, and shows humanity as something divine in and of itself. I am not sure who reads these comments but I would like to know if this is freeverse?
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very nice
this poem is a very nice Imaginative form of the unfulfilled desires. the expression of pain is perfect.
very nice.
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This is likely one of the most beautiful descriptions of Christ's death that i've ever read. It's simple, and sometimes the simple rhyme and unflowery common words can be the best in an important piece.
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