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.

Sonnet III

O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.

What willed and wild imagining was born

When Adam,…

Pain of Late Conversion

Have mercy, Lord, and by your blood

wash from my brain

the sly recurring pain

…

Thaws

Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —