Saint Sebastian Poem by Valery Yaklovich Bryusov

Saint Sebastian

Rating: 2.7


On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consumed,
O thou, my soul!
On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consumed,
With hidden dole.

Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows,
Harassed and spent.
Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows,
Thy flesh all rent.

Thy foes encircle thee and watch with gleeful laughter
And bended bow.
Thy foes encircle thee and watch with gleeful laughter
Thy torments slow.

The embers burn, and gentle is the arrow's stinging
'Neath the evening sky.
The embers burn, and gentle is the arrow's stinging
When the end draws nigh.

Why hastens not thy dream unto thy lips now pallid
With deadly drouth?
Why hastens not thy dream unto thy lips now pallid
To kiss thy mouth?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 06 October 2020

Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, Harassed and spent. Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, Thy flesh all rent. Saints were brutally killed because they lived as great witnesses of Christ Jesus. tony

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