I did not view the steeple
I did not join the people
I passed within no wondrous papal hall...
humanity constructed corrupted cathedral
I crossed not thirst sermon threshold...
I crossed not in privilege shadow vaulted...
I passed not within intrigues confines...
Borgia sanctified holy writ; Roman arch bleeds mysteries
Nor stepped I upon sacred
fresh stained hallowed ground
by halo on the mount account...
was I host divinity; bound constant
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound! john