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.

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

Processional (upon seeing Dürer’s woodcut of Roswitha)

By Dürer’s hand, I saw her kneeling down

Before the Emperor: Roswitha — she

Who…

John XXIII

The bait of his goodness brought sinners in shoals,

He guided men gently to hope…