Over the teacup's rim, Above the cutting steel of honeyed words, Another woman's eyes look into mine, And see my naked soul, The target of the gossips' swords. I could not ask from Him The courage of that kindling spark that girds Me for the morrow; A spark that glows and flames To light my dim and tortuous path Which leads through agony of sorrow And has repentance as its goal. And yet she flings to me, As He to Magdalene, the shield of hope To hide my nakedness and shame; She gives in one brief glance An understanding message in His name That serves to heal my wounds And make me whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |