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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETRIBUTION, by WILMA CRITTENDEN First Line: I spilt my blood upon a battlefield Last Line: Behold the courage of the wandering jew! Subject(s): Dreams; Hate; Jews; Judas Iscariot (d. 30 A.d.); Life; Nightmares; Judaism | |||
I spilt my blood upon a battlefield To mend the threadbare fabric of your lands -- A plow replaced my broken sword, to yield Bread for your hungry mouth. My willing hands Grew old in humble service to your plan. Your blood flows in my veins -- my seed lie deep Within your fertile soil. I gave all man Can give for peace. Yet, now, alone, I keep A vigil by the pitiful remains Of all that was my life -- my last dream spent Upon the rocks of hate. Beneath your chains Of bitterness, my head is still unbent! Oh Judas country, as I turn from you, Behold the courage of the Wandering Jew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL |
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