The world is wrenched on her pivot, shivering. Politicians and preachers are standing on their heads, shitting out of their mouths. Lucky for us Stephen Mitchell has restored the Gospels, returning the Jesus I imagined at fourteen, offering up my clumsy life in a damp shroud of hormones. Most of all he said, "Pay attention" -- Buddha nodding from the wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DRAMATIC IDYLS: 2ND SERIES. EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING THE NIGHT JOURNEY OF A RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |