<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary Magdalene II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">People clean their homes before the feast.<br>Stepping from the bustle of the street<br>I go down before Thee on my knees<br>And anoint with myrrh Thy holy feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Groping round, I cannot find the shoes<br>For the tears that well up with my sighs.<br>My impatient tresses, breaking loose,<br>Like a pall hang thick before my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take up Thy feet onto my lap,<br>Wash them clean with hot tears from my eyes,<br>In my hair Thy precious feet I wrap,<br>And my string of pearls around them tie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I now see the future in detail,<br>As if it were stopped in flight by Thee.<br>Like a raving sibyl, I could tell<br>What will happen, how it will all be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the temple, veils will fall tomorrow,<br>We shall form a frightened group apart,<br>And the earth will shake-perhaps from sorrow<br>And from pity for my tortured heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Troops will then reform and march away<br>To the thud of hoofs and heavy tread,<br>And the cross will reach towards the sky<br>Like a water-spout above our heads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the cross, I'll fall down on the ground,<br>I shall bite my lips till I draw blood.<br>On the cross, your arms will be spread out-<br>Wide enough to hug the whole wide world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who's this for, this glory and this strife?<br>Who's this for, this torment and this might?<br>Are there enough souls on earth, and lives?<br>Are there enough cities, dales and heights?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But three days-such days and nights will pass-<br>They will fill me with such crushing dread<br>That I'll see the joyous truth, at last:<br>I shall know Christ will rise from the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352736" data-title="Mary Magdalene II de Boris Pasternak" data-description="People clean their homes before the feast. Stepping from the bustle of the street I go down before Thee on my knees And anoint with myrrh Thy holy feet. Groping round, I cannot find the shoes For the tears that well up with my sighs. My impatient..."></div> </div> </div>

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