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Sharing Poetry: Ina Rousseau, "Eden"

sharingpoetry:

Somewhere in Eden, after all this time,
does there still stand, abandoned, like
a ruined city, gates sealed with grisly nails,
the luckless garden?

Is sultry day still followed there
by sultry dusk, sultry night,
where on the branches sallow and purple
the fruit hangs rotting?

Is there…

(Source: poetryfoundation.org)