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.

Paradoxical in the Extreme

Evidently a man of coarse, even slovenly, personal habits, Auden was as meticulous as T.S. Eliot in the precision of his verse.

The Will

I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed

But when I set about to…

Turning

“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said

Blind with seeking, all but garroted

By…