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Adam Cast Forth

 Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?
Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried,
Almost for consolation, if the bygone period
Over which this Adam, wretched now, once reigned supreme,

Might not have been just a magical illusion
Of that God I dreamed.
Already it's imprecise In my memory, the clear Paradise, But I know it exists, in flower and profusion, Although not for me.
My punishment for life Is the stubborn earth with the incestuous strife Of Cains and Abels and their brood; I await no pardon.
Yet, it's much to have loved, to have known true joy, To have had -- if only for just one day -- The experience of touching the living Garden.

by Jorge Luis Borges
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