The tympanum over the Southern door
portrays the judgement with Christ on his throne,
demons, angels and human souls carved in stone.
The figures are cramped and small. The layout’s mean,
awkward and unrefined; and yet for my part,
I find in the ancient stone a higher art–
the sculptor understood the human heart.
greed, anger, lust and pride; and tried to show
on the other side, frail hopeful goodness,
humility, innocence and bliss.
in every resurrected fragile face.
It’s there in both the sinner and the saint;
in their bodies, their gestures and their eyes–
the startled joy–and the terrified surprise.