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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Crucifixion

Maxwell Bodenheim

From “Charcoals”

HER body was flowing and close-woven—

A slippery, whispering curtain which could not stop

Streams of dim gleams behind it.

One day with a long knife I cut a rent in the curtain:

I saw a soul nailed to a cross—

Slender, perfect-lipped, trying to laugh at its agony,

Counting its spattering blood-drops amusedly.

And somehow I could not find the sight dreadful.