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.

“Trilogy”

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,

Sonnet III

O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.

What willed and wild imagining was born

When Adam,…

Pietà

“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”

— Willa Cather

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