The Poetry Corner

Crucifix

By Anna Akhmatova

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.