Treasure Island

Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Maundy Thursday


Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)

Submitted: Thursday, April 01, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Maundy Thursday by Wilfred Owen )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Randall Jarrell

 

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  7. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  8. Autumn Song, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  9. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]