Lucius Furius Poems
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Adam And Eve
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires. Although she strews the leaves
Of sure obliteration on our paths, …
- Wallace Stevens' 'Sunday Morning'
In Eden fair did Adam and Eve
live in perfect harmony.
'No plant or animal devoureth we,
only ripe fruit as falls from the tree.'
By bright-green lily-pads in sphagnum bogs
the herons waded gracefully,
bullfrogs croaked their deep, clear calls;
bluebells, delicate yellow buttercups
were rampant; larks sang in the mulberries.
'Oh, Dad, ' cried my son,
with the huge, unrestrained sobs of a five-year-old,
'Justin Borley knocked me down. <sob>
He kicked me <sob>
and called me a loser <sob>
because we lost the game.'
'Does it hurt badly? Where does it hurt?
Let me give you a hug....