Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | The Crucifixion | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
| From Charcoals HER body was flowing and close-woven | |
A slippery, whispering curtain which could not stop | |
Streams of dim gleams behind it. | |
One day with a long knife I cut a rent in the curtain: | |
I saw a soul nailed to a cross | 5 |
Slender, perfect-lipped, trying to laugh at its agony, | |
Counting its spattering blood-drops amusedly. | |
And somehow I could not find the sight dreadful. | | | |
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