Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
I
This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."
II
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.
He asked his Father: " Why am I abandoned...? " And told his Mother: " Mother, do not cry.. enacting again the terrible crucifixion. lovely poem. tony
This brought so many emotions. Death of a child....hardest blow to mother.....love and concern of a child so well expressed.
Beautiful imagery, so haunting and enchanting, so much in so few words. Very poignant
2nd poem that I've read by her- - -she absolutely knows the power of a well-chosen word and a stark image
thandered? ? ? ? ? there is no such word.