Sanctuary (Divine Comedy)

 

 

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself

on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you

were the best of women, or stop loving you, no matter what you

 do. Catullus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poor Claudia! 'Twas ever thus!

Since Adam's frame was formed of dust,

And Eve was taken from his rib,

 She was his offspring, born to quib.

 Without her he had been forlorn,

 Roamed in the Garden all alone.

 He sensed he had no complement

 When plucking fruit all passion spent,

 No mirror for his lofty soul,

 No praise when he had reached his goal,

 No one to cheer, his wit admire,

 No one to help fulfil desire.

 So while he slept, his spirit warm,

The Lord did conjure from his form

A maiden of such pulchritude,

She gave no hint of pending feud.

At dawn, when Adam gazed on Eve,

His heart rejoiced she'd never leave,

He harkened to her every word,

To ignore her just seemed absurd,


 

But then the Serpent bent her ear,

The Tree of Knowledge had no peer,

Eve took and bit the luscious flesh,

Gave some to Adam, so they'd mesh

With bonds they could appreciate.

The glory faded. All too late,

They stared bereft, the vision gone

And work alone would see it won

O'er many a millennial span.

Thus many a skirmish then began

And many days with struggles fraught

Did end in bitterness of thought.


 

Well, he blamed her and she blamed him
For standing by, his purpose dim,
Their only hope, the marriage bed,
And space. He built a garden shed!

 

 

Poem from the 'Whimsies' section of The Twain, Poems of Earth and Ether

 

 

 

Comments 5

 
Katherine Gregor on Tuesday, 15 July 2014 08:35

Brilliant! :–)

Brilliant! :–)
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 17 July 2014 12:22

Thank you :)

Thank you :)
Joseph James Breunig 3rd on Thursday, 07 August 2014 18:04

A delightful retelling of a familiar tale; appreciated the whimsical approach and quality of your writing; wonderfully conceived!

-Joe Breunig,
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

A delightful retelling of a familiar tale; appreciated the whimsical approach and quality of your writing; wonderfully conceived! -Joe Breunig, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 07 August 2014 22:44

Thank you kindly for reading and commenting, Joseph. Much appreciated :)

Thank you kindly for reading and commenting, Joseph. Much appreciated :)
Anonymous on Saturday, 04 July 2015 00:54

How about Catullus? How many times has that sentiment been repeated over the centuries? Although seldom so artfully.

I'm glad you revived your version. Another facet of a favorite poet. How many are there?

How about Catullus? How many times has that sentiment been repeated over the centuries? Although seldom so artfully. I'm glad you revived your version. Another facet of a favorite poet. How many are there?
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