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The Nacreous Oughts

01 May 2008

  "The Crucifixion"

    And the centurion who stood by said:
    Truly this was a son of God.


Not long ago but everywhere I go
There is a hill and a black windy sky.
Portent of hill, sky, day's eclipse I know;
Hill, sky, the shuddering darkness, these am I.

The dying at His right hand, at His left,
I am -- the thief redeemed and the lost thief;
I am the careless folk; I those bereft,
The Well-Belov'd, the women bowed in grief.

The gathering Presence that in terror cried,
In earth's shock in the Temple's veil rent through,
I; and a watcher, ignorant, curious-eyed,
I the centurion who heard and knew.

--Adelaide Crapsey


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