Adam and Eve

By Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922 Marjorie Pickthall
When the first dark had fallen around them
And the leaves were weary of praise,
In the clear silence Beauty found them
And shewed them all her ways.

In the high noon of the heavenly garden
Where the angels sunned with the birds,
Beauty, before their hearts could harden,
Had taught them heavenly words.

When they fled in the burning weather
And nothing dawned but a dream,
Beauty fasted their hands together
And cooled them at her stream.

And when day wearied and night grew stronger,
And they slept as the beautiful must,
Then she bided a little longer,
And blossomed from their dust.

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Poet Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922



Subjects Religion, Relationships, Love, Men & Women, Romantic Love, First Love

Poetic Terms Common Measure


Probably no other Canadian writer has suffered such a plunge in reputation as Marjorie Pickthall. Once she was thought to be the best Canadian poet of her generation. Now her work, except for two or three anthologized pieces, goes unread. The fact is that her initial popularity was based upon extraliterary criteria. Her rejection of modernism in style and attitude made her the darling of conservative Canadian critics. She was . . .

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SUBJECT Religion, Relationships, Love, Men & Women, Romantic Love, First Love



Poetic Terms Common Measure

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