Eve Reclining (Musée Rolin, Autun)

Poem by Daniel Hoffman

Beneath indulgent berries and forked leaves

In stone Eve indolently lies so lightly

She seems suspended in the buoyant air.

Her flesh, formed from a rib of Adam’s dust,

Still incandescent from the breath of heaven–

What infinite possibilities of joy

Does her tranced gaze command?

Inscrutable, her face; her plaited hair

Coils upon a pliant arm. She brushes

Succulent fruit hung from the yielding branch.

There is no serpent anywhere.

 

American Arts Quarterly, Spring 2011, Volume 28, Number 2