Sir Walter Scott Kaufmann

Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue As a result Eve had lost the Rose, petals fallin' to the ground His brother Cain had started his count of the calendar round Things had been different that was for sure His fathers loss had made him abdure The right of the poet, would be handed on to the one son, or both Since Adam's toil ws now set in stone, and like thet flame to the moth He could now show only what once had life, the lustre of brightness When before the chorse of the garden had belonged to the 1st man, his sense of rightness Alone would guide God's original path for him, to aptly name All of the creatures placed above, below or in the sea, carried no blame Adam's only task before--when all alone--to differentiate and describe The fauna and fare of the garden, its immense diversity of tribe, School, cousin, tree, game and den--- all of its life scintillate Its fecund; and teeming flower and blossom, with the heaven's commisserate By himself and through his own agency he had given depiction To the surrounding world of the garden--he hadn't time for fiction The Lord's charge upon him literal, immediate and direct For in such a manner the Master had directed him to ressurect His own creation, from material substrate and thing to form immaterial The ring of Adams naming voice hammering out the discrete creation from etherial Mist, the ratios of eternal harmony falling ever so softly into place Except that htere had been no fall at that point, only a trace Very likely; of hierarchy and dispensation, the grace of fulness and completion Not the other kind of grace--which ensues when broken man without discretion invites fallen spirits to imbibe without remorse in an aimless course Such that Adam went from grace to grace, or what was worse Had blamed the entire sordid affair on the very woman whom had been pinned up By the Lords own hand, showing off the breast, thighs and rump Of the sassy girl that God had fashioned for his main man "Let Us Make Man in Our Own Image"---God had said with no real plan Other than producing from Original Grace a re;icant ex nihilo Like the first stars, or even better---from the first honeybees tupelo This, the very first form of Grace, and also this, the much better kind Since prior in the thoughts and heart of God, what proceeded from the foremind