Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Thou can'st not boast, like Jesus, drunken without companion Was the strong cup of anguish brewed for the Nazarene Thou can'st not pierce tradition with the peerless puncture, See! I usurped thy crucifix to honor mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |