English poem
The Crucifixion
by Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)
And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God.
Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day's eclipse I know: Hill, sky, the shuddering darkness, these am I.
The dying at His right hand, at His left I am--the thief redeemed and the lost thief; I am the careless folk; I those bereft, The Well-Belov'd, the women bowed in grief.
The gathering Presence that in terror cried, In earth's shock, in the Temple's veil rent through, I; and a watcher, ignorant, curious-eyed, I the centurion who heard and knew.