You See the Sacred Blood [poem by Enoch Powell]

[A poem written by Enoch Powell, published in his book of poetry, Casting Off and Other Poems (1937).]

You see the sacred blood
That in the Grail distils
And crimson as a rose
The holy vessel fills:
That quivering flood
Which thither drains
Is blood that flows
From our own veins.

You hear Amfortas’ moan
Of hopeless, endless grief
From lips and spirit ground
By pain without relief:
That weary groan,
You surely know,
It is the sound
Of our own woe.

Enoch Powell, Casting Off and Other Poems, Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1937, p. 36

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