Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SIMON PETER, by                    
First Line: Thrust from the eucharist where paul the free
Last Line: And sealed the christ-love in companionship.
Subject(s): Peter, Saint (c. 64 A.d.)


Thrust from the Eucharist where Paul the Free
With Christian gentiles sat, old Peter tramped
The Orontes' shingle to the westward sea,
Thick-browed and lone, though skirting purple sweeps
Not unlike Galilee. There he beheld
Once more The Man, nail-marked, in deathless youth.

"Dost love me, Galilean?" A hungry heart
Flung through impetuous lips the echo words.
"All this I made for thee," the Man replied,
His gesture measuring range and firmament.
So power and mind bedimmed the heart's faint hope
And set the doctrine whirling in the brain.

Again the Rock: "O Comrade, lovest thou me?"
Compassion spoke: "The Cross? These palm-pierced hands?
The death cry? Prove they not my love of thee?"
Then, while the Face slid formless into day,
The Rock, of loneliness, fell on the sands,
And through the sun's course lay until the dawn.

A third cry agonized: "Dost love me, Friend?"
The Lord was grieved because he said three times,
"Me? Dost thou love?" And so withheld reply
Till that far day in Rome when martyr nails
Stung Peter's hands and feet with honor scars
And sealed the Christ-love in companionship.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net