Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

The Look - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene
Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean
Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord
Looked only, on the traitor. None record
What that look was, none guess; for those who have seen
Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen,
Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword,
Have missed Jehovah at the judgment-call.
And Peter, from the height of blasphemy--
'I never knew this man '--did quail and fall
As knowing straight THAT GOD; and turned free
And went out speechless from the face of all
And filled the silenc, weeping bitterly.


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  • (4/21/2009 11:57:00 AM)


    Who would have behaved differently? I cannot tell. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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