From the archives: March 16, 1927
From the Archives Throughout 1999, Commonweal &I be celebrafirzg ifs 75th nnniversary. Herefrom the March 16, 1927 issue is a poem by Paul Claude1 (1868-1955), French poet, dranmtisf, and...
...Seventh Station ‘Tis not the stones that conquer now, nor the knotted flails...
...Translated by Henry Morton Robinson...
...Herefrom the March 16, 1927 issue is a poem by Paul Claude1 (1868-1955), French poet, dranmtisf, and diplomt...
...It is the soul that falters here, it is the soul that fails...
...PAULCLAUDEL...
...0 midway of our mortal life when the strong soul is spent, When the compass loses its polar star and faith its firmament, Because the flinty road is long, the steep climb without end, We seem to sink, abandoned by every hope and friend...
...The jaded body falls, ah yes, but not till the tired will stumblesSave us, Lord, from this second fall when the weary spirit crumbles...
...Borne down by secret self-disgust and the cross’s cruel weight We fall at last, not on our knees in supplicating prayer, But wretchedly, face downward, in agonized despair...
...0 lengthening years of weariness, inflexible cold fate...
Vol. 126 • March 1999 • No. 6
