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.

Faith

Trellised clouds upwards towards

earth’s moon

Set within a night-dome

of…

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —

In counting out…

The Final Match

My very breath seems evidence of You.
My pulse throbs with a Spirit not…