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.

Parting

Let the air be taken from me;

Let no water touch my tongue.

Though my…

The Chain

The chain that’s fixed to the throne of Jove,

One link dissolved, the whole creation…

Lines Written in the Dominican College Library

However pure this love, however holy,

I want to hold your poor flesh in my…