Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVE'S SONG, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: They may not ever know Last Line: O heart's desire! Subject(s): Adam & Eve; Bible; Eve | ||||||||
THEY may not ever know By what dark thoughts I go, What roads lead to and fro To that dear place. But since the day our eyes Turned from its blessed skies, I have thrice seen Paradise, By God's good grace. Ay, thrice the angel's sword Has touched my heart, good Lord. According to thy word, I came by fire, And thrice those roads of pain Have broken my soul in twain, Yet it was not in vain, O Heart's Desire. I When Adam on his side Turned heavily and cried, With laughter had I died To make him whole. My heart was like to break For that sweet Eden's sake, Comfort thereof to take For his poor soul. Strong rain and bitter wind And we were lost and blind. All this of my frail mind Was come of me. But Adam spoke and said, "Love, I were comforted, Yes, raised although long dead, Being near to thee." (That place wherein I wait Is closed inviolate, Shut in with the warm state Of angels' wings. The trees that flame around Bear plumes of golden sound, And like the heart of the ground, The ground bird sings.) II When, as we went forlorn, My ailing feet were torn With wound of many a thorn And grief of the stone, I knew not any harm That had his looks for balm, He healed me with a calm Shed from his own. (Softly the angels there Color the atmosphere As sweet rain takes the air In time of drouth. "Her heart is broken," they said, "Yet sings she like the Dead, For she has Adam's kiss Upon her mouth.") III When, born to earth and stone My Cain fared forth alone, With no heed to my moan, In angry-wise, Like a tree the storm has bent I rocked, being wholly spent, Yet by that road I went To Paradise. (No hope, nor joy, nor fears, Laughter, nor any tears, Disturb those silent spheres Where I abide. The waning and increase, God maketh all this cease; Only a great, good peace -- And naught beside.) Yes, thrice the angel's sword Has touched my heart, good Lord. According to thy word, I came by fire, And thrice those roads of pain Have broken my soul in twain. Yet it was not in vain, O Heart's Desire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE BEEN A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND' by RITA DOVE METAMORPHOSES: 1. ADAM by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM BALLAD OF HOW ADAM SAW IT by JOHN CIARDI NEVER AGAIN WOULD BIRDS' SONG BE THE SAME by ROBERT FROST IMPERIAL ADAM by ALEC DERWENT HOPE SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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