Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI; OCTOBER 4, 1943, by MARY WINTER WERE First Line: You walked the fields of italy Last Line: Your own incomparable land. Subject(s): Francis Assisi, Saint (1181-1226); Italy - World War Ii; Saints | ||||||||
You walked the fields of Italy Your naked feet with peace were shod; You carried wild flowers in your hands And in your heart you carried God. Your bed was tangled leaves and grass, At times a thorn would pierce your side; And with you for companion Walked Poverty, your Lady-Bride. Through the wide golden Umbrian plains You sought the Timeless and the Still, And in your timeless, mystic world You found and loved the Perfect Will ... Come back great Saint to Italy Your land to-day in ashes lies; Not ashes of humility That claimed you 'neath Assisian skies. Ashes of lust and greed and hate A traitor-hand to-day has flung About your paths, and where you sang Your canticles a dirge is sung. Come back O Little Saint of Love With Holy Michael wield the sword Of God, till Satan be cast down To hell; till reigns the Living Word Come, Francis of the burning heart The burning feet, the burning hand; Burn clean through sacrificial fires Your own incomparable land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. AGNES' EVE by KENNETH FEARING THINKING ABOUT PAUL CELAN by DENISE LEVERTOV THE TEMPTATIONS OF SAINT ANTHONY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY EL SANTO NINO DE ATOCHA by PAT MORA LA SAGRADA FAMILIA by PAT MORA THE VISITATION / LA VISITACION by PAT MORA |
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