Russian Cathedral Poem by Claude McKay

Russian Cathedral

Rating: 3.0


Bow down my soul in worship very low
And in the holy silences be lost.
Bow down before the marble man of woe,
Bow down before the singing angel host.
What jewelled glory fills my spirit's eye,
What golden grandeur moves the depths of me!
The soaring arches lift me up on high
Taking my breath with their rare symmetry.

Bow down my soul and let the wondrous light
Of beauty bathe thee from her lofty throne,
Bow down before the wonder of man's might.
Bow down in worship, humble and alone;
Bow lowly down before the sacred sight
Of man's divinity alive in stone.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 04 December 2019

A very impressive, aesthetic cathedral. One that encourages you to worship. 'Man's divinity alive in stone'. Such a fine image.

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