(23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966 / Odessa)

Crucifix

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.

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A great touching poem coming with great flow of emotions.
The poem evokes sad feelings.
A great poem coming out with force and conviction.
Truthful poem of biblical proportion..........
Strictly there we see the clear thought of expression
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