Sunday, February 26, 2012

The imperfect paradise




The Imperfect Paradise

If God had stopped work after the third day
With Eden full of vegetables and fruit,
If oak and lilac held exclusive sway
Over the kingdom made of stems and roots,
If landscapes were the genius of creation
And neither man nor serpent played a role
And God must look to wind for lamentations
And not to picture postcards of the soul,
Would he have rested on his bank of cloud
With nothing in the universe to lose,
Or would he hunger for a human crowd?
Which would a wise and just creator choose:
The green hosannas of a budding leaf
Or the strict contract between love and grief?

---Linda Pastan




Copyright (c) 2012, Israel Galindo

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