Color (Cullen)/Black Magdalens
Black Magdalens
THESE have no Christ to spit and stoopTo write upon the sand,Inviting him that has not sinned To raise the first rude hand.
And if he came they could not buy Rich ointment for his feet,The body's sale scarce yields enough To let the body eat.
The chaste clean ladies pass them by And draw their skirts aside,But Magdalens have a ready laugh; They wrap their wounds in pride.
They fare full ill since Christ forsook The cross to mount a throne,And Virtue still is stooping down To cast the first hard stone.