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Er der nogen der kan hælpe mig med at tolke den sidste linje..

Hele digtet handler om Pointius pilatus kone og hun drømmer en drøm om "jesus" og siger at pontius ikke skal dræbe ham...

hvad mener hun i den aller sidste linje? 1) at the Nazarene altså "jesus" ikke er Gud og at pilates mente han var og derfor dræbte han ham da han følte sig truet af ham eller

2) at pilates ikke er Gud men at han mente han selv var.

Tak for forhånd!

Firstly, his hands -- a woman's. Softer than mine,
with pearly nails, like shells from Galilee.
Indolent hands. Camp hands that clapped for grapes.
Their pale, mothy touch made me flinch. Pontius.

I longed for Rome, home, someone else. When the Nazarene
entered Jerusalem, my maid and I crept out,
bored stiff, disguised, and joined the frenzied crowd.
I tripped, clutched the bridle of an ass, looked up

and there he was. His face? Ugly. Talented.
He looked at me. I mean he looked at me. My God.
His eyes were eyes to die for. Then he was gone,
his rough men shouldering a pathway to the gates.

The night before his trial, I dreamt of him.
His brown hands touched me. Then it hurt.
Then blood. I saw that each tough palm was skewered
by a nail. I woke up, sweating, sexual, terrified.

Leave Him Alone. I sent a warning note, then quickly dressed.
When I arrived, the Nazarene was crowned with thorns.
The crowd was baying for Barabas. Pilate saw me,
looked away, then carefully turned up his sleeves

and slowly washed his useless, perfumed hands.
They seized the prophet then and dragged him out,
up to the Place of Skulls. My maid knows all the rest.
Was he God? Of course not. Pilate believed he was.