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[errontheedge]

I am that Adam who, with broken wings,
Fled from the Seraph's brazen trumpetings.
Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam
A world where sin, and beauty, whisper of Home.

I think I am beginning to enjoy reading poetry.

Comments

[irrepudiated]

Quite beautiful~

Who wrote it do you mind telling me, darling?

[errontheedge]

It's nice.

Walter de la Mare.

[irrepudiated]

When did he live?

[errontheedge]

I think...turn of the century?

[idealizing]

That is Walter de la Mare.

I like his works.

[errontheedge]

Yes. He is fun to read.

[idealizing]

Do you like to read any other poets?

[errontheedge]

Some. Not many in English.

[doitallforyou]

I like it. Is that the whole poem?

[errontheedge]

There is another verse.

[doitallforyou]

What is it?

[errontheedge]

I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest,
Hid anguished eyes upon Eve's piteous breast.
I am that Adam who, with broken wings,
Fled from the Seraph's brazen trumpetings.
Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam
A world where sin, and beauty, whisper of Home.

Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see
Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden's tree?
Loosed from remorse and hope and love's distress,
Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness?
No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve,
But to Heaven's nothingness re-welcome Eve?

[venivediveci]

The fall of man. It is worth reading.

[errontheedge]

I think it is more used as a metaphor.

[venivediveci]

Is the fall of man anything but?

[errontheedge]

I don't know.