Twentieth-Century Adam and Eve

A POEM

By Gwendolyn C. Carr | November 1983

As aliens yearn

For the native land.

We still return

To the garden —

Taste ancient fruit,

Graft seasoned sins

Onto new generations.

The Hidden Years

A workman asked at a village door,

“Have you a bed, a chair,

A fallen…

Milton on the Monday After Easter Break

Fifteen ‘til seven now

(That’s by my watch which nowadays

Song of God’s Body

Who is this alive from heaven, hidden

Beneath the Church’s bread,

Who comes in sacramental…