She moved, a saint among us, more concerned With altitudes and vistas out of sight Than with the things at hand, and so she turned Her back upon the world, and that was right. And yet we always felt in spite of her Acceptance of the tenets and the Book She might have joined the cult of Lucifer Instead of following the path she took. She was too versed in rubrics of the mind To heed the body's hunger and be fed, Too skilled in prayer and fasting, too refined To look beyond the sacramental bread. And if her passion ever had been stirred, No one had known it by her spoken word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |