Poor untaught Eve whose brief, persuaded sinning

Brings still upon her head the stern disdain

Of heavy-domed philosophers, the grinning

Sly knowingness of fools, and all the pain;

And even, sometimes, too, a sense of hurt

And disapproval from her numerous brood

Of daughters. Is there no one to assert

That earth's All-Mother merits gratitude?

She squandered Eden, but with all her might

Sought to rebuild it with two burdened hands;

And from her eyes there never faded quite

The light they carried in the Blessed Lands.

So that her children though wrong may entice,

Like her are homesick for Lost Paradise.

from Sonnets For Eve (c) 1952, Clara Aiken Speer

#timeless #compassion #remembering


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