For they starve the little frightened child, And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool, And some grow mad, and all grow bad, And none a word may say. Each narrow cell in which we dwell Is a foul and dark latrine, And the fetid breath of living Death The brackish water that we drink And Sleep will not lie down, but walks But though lean Hunger and green Thirst We have little care of prison fare, With midnight always in one's heart, We turn the crank, or tear the rope, And the silence is more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. And never a human voice comes near To speak a gentle word: And the eye that watches through the door Is pitiless and hard: And by all forgot, we rot and rot, With soul and body marred. And thus we rust Life's iron chain, Degraded and alone: And some men curse, and some men weep, But God's eternal Laws are kind And every human heart that breaks, Is as that broken box that gave And filled the unclean leper's house Ah! happy they whose hearts can break How else may man make straight his plan And he of the swollen purple throat, And a broken and a contrite heart The man in red who reads the Law And cleanse from every blot of blood And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal: And the crimson stain that was of Cain Became Christ's snow-white seal. VI In Reading gaol by Reading town Eaten by teeth of flame, In a burning winding-sheet he lies, And there, till Christ call forth the dead, No need to waste the foolish tear, The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die. And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Oscar Wilde [1856-1900] THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot Lay in the Field of Blood; Beside the body stood. Black was the earth by night, Black, black were the broken clouds, 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot The breath of the World came and went Like a sick man's in rest; Drop by drop on the World's eyes Then the soul of Judas Iscariot "I will bury deep beneath the soil, Lest mortals look thereon, And when the wolf and raven come The body will be gone! "The stones of the field are sharp as steel, And hard and bold, God wot; And I must bear my body hence 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot And as he bare it from the field As the soul of Judas Iscariot Carried its load with pain, The Eye of Heaven, like a lantern's eye, Half he walked, and half he seemed Lifted on the cold wind; He did not turn, for chilly hands Were pushing from behind. The first place that he came unto And underneath were prickly whins, The next place that he came unto He drew the body on his back, And the next place that he came unto A Cross upon the windy hill, And on the middle cross-bar sat Dim it sat in the dim light, With its head beneath its wing. And underneath the middle Cross The fourth place that he came unto He dared not fling the body in For fear of faces dim, And arms were waved in the wild water To thrust it back to him. |