Adam Lay IboundenAnonymous (15th century)Adam lay ibounden,Bounden in a bond,Foure thousand winterThoght he not too long;And al was for an appil,An appil that he tok,As clerkes findenWreten in here bok.Ne hadded the appil take ben,The appil taken ben,Ne hadde never our ladyA ben hevene quene;Blessed be the timeThat appil take was!Therfore we moun singen"Deo gracias."Eve’s Dream
Dawn Potter
Not of your sweet wandering hands, nor even
of yesterday’s seed or tomorrow’s green pear,
but of crime and trouble, yes, offenses that never
crossed my fancy before this wretched night:
for in my dreams a quiet voice at my ear
coaxed me awake; and I thought it was you
cajoling me into the pleasant shadows,
cool and silent, save when silence yields
to cricket scratch or throaty owl,
white moon-face waxing gibbous
and all the Heavens awake in their glory
though none else to revel in them but ourselves;
and I rose and walked out into the night,
but where were you? I called your name,
then ventured, restive, into the lunar
garden I knew so well by day, yet here
I lost myself in white light and black hole,
I staggered through puddles, over stones;
and I heard, in my heartbeat,
an invisible horror, I heard it tease me,
chase me, catch me; and I ran, I ran,
weeping I ran; until, under moonglow,
I saw my own pale hands stretch before me
toward the Tree that blocked my way;
I saw my hands embrace it, caress its satin skin.
And in return, the Tree kissed my captive lips
with its feathery leaves, as if a twist of wind
had leagued us suddenly together;
for it gleamed strange and terrible,
this great rooted flower,
plying me so gently with Knowledge:
though my lips, parched and ravenous,
begged, now, for a rougher, a crueler dram.
[from How the Crimes Happened (CavanKerry Press, 2010)]
Monday, June 6, 2011
Two poems about the same old story.
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I just broke into song with your first entry. That poem is part of my repetoire. The idea that Mary is the propitiation for the sins of "granmother" Eve is so slanted. Whatever happened to Adam's responsibility in the whole Garden of Eden encounter with that snake??? Love that poem of yours, I am bringing my copy with me to the Conference. I am so looking forward to it.
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