GUARDED by bursts of glory, golden rays, — Christ, when I see thee hanging there alone In ivory upon an ebon throne; Like Pan, pard-girded, chapleted with bays; I kiss thy mouth, I see thee in a haze, But not of tears, of heartbreak there is none ... Is it, oh, Sufferer, my heart is stone? Am I, in truth, the Judas who betrays? To hang in shame above a gory knoll, To die of scorn upon a splintered pole, — This was not beautiful, I know, for thee ... Would I have whispered upon Calvary, "An interesting silhouette, there, see!" While God groaned in the dark night of his soul? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |