I think that Mary Magdalene Was just a woman who went to dine, And her jewels covered her empty heart And her gown was the color of wine. I think that Mary Magdalene Sat by a stranger with shining head. "Haven't we met somewhere?" she asked, "Magdalene! Mary!" he said. I think that Mary Magdalene Fell at his feet and called his name; Sat at his feet and wept her woe And rose up clean of shame. Nobody knew but Magdalene, Mary, the woman who went to dine; Nobody saw how he broke the bread And poured for her peace the wine. This is story of Magdalene -- It isn't the tale the Apostles tell, But I know the woman it happened to, I know the woman well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU RECOLLECTION by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE HARVEST by EVA K. ANGLESBURG EPITAPH ON FRANCIS CHARTRES by JOHN ARBUTHNOT |