Jan Soens Creation of the World ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jan Soens Creation of Adam ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jan Soens Creation of Eve ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jacopo Bassano Earthly Paradise ca. 1568-76 oil on canvas Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Rome |
Max Beckmann Adam and Eve 1936 bronze Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Marco Basaiti Eve ca. 1510 oil on panel Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Marco Basaiti Adam ca. 1510 oil on panel Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Franz von Stuck Die Sinnlichkeit 1891 etching Národní Galerie, Prague |
Franz von Stuck Adam and Eve ca. 1920 tempera on panel Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Oscar Sorgato Adam and Eve 1927 oil on canvas Museo Civico di Modena |
Fra Bonaventura Bisi (il Padre Pittorino) Adam and Eve ca. 1640-50 watercolor and gouache on vellum (cabinet miniature) Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Lucas Cranach the Elder Adam and Eve ca. 1538 oil on panel Národní Galerie, Prague |
Anton Heusler Adam and Eve ca. 1550 oil on panel Národní Galerie, Prague |
Albrecht Dürer Study for Eve 1506 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Albrecht Dürer Study for Adam 1504 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Francesco Albani Adam and Eve ca. 1630 oil on canvas Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels |
from Eden Retold
In the beginning, at every step, he turned
As if by instinct to the East to praise
The nature of things. Now every path was learned
He lost the lifted, almost flower-like gaze
Of a temple dancer. He began to walk
Slowly, like one accustomed to be alone.
He found himself lost in the field of talk;
Thinking became a garden of its own.
In it were new things: words he had never said,
Beasts he had never seen and knew were not
In the true garden, terrors, and tears shed
Under a tree by him, for some new thought.
And the first anger. Once he flung a staff
At softly coupling sheep and struck the ram.
It broke away. And God heard Adam laugh
And for his laughter made the creature lame.
And wanderlust. He stood upon the Wall
To search the unfinished countries lying wide
And waste, where not a living thing could crawl,
And yet he would descend, as if to hide.
His thought drew down the guardian at the gate,
To whom man said, 'What danger am I in?'
And the angel, hurt in spirit, seemed to hate
The wingless thing that worried after sin,
For it said nothing but marvelously unfurled
Its wings and arched them shimmering overhead,
Which must have been the signal from the world
That the first season of our life was dead.
Adam fell down with labor in his bones,
And God approached him in the cool of day
And said, 'This sickness in your skeleton
Is longing. I will remove it from your clay.'
Is longing. I will remove it from your clay.'
He said also, 'I made you strike the sheep.'
It began to rain and God sat down beside
The sinking man. When he was fast asleep
He wet his right hand deep in Adam's side
And drew the graceful rib out of his breast.
Far off, the latent streams began to flow
And birds flew out of Paradise to nest
On earth. Sadly the angel watched them go.
And drew the graceful rib out of his breast.
Far off, the latent streams began to flow
And birds flew out of Paradise to nest
On earth. Sadly the angel watched them go.
– Karl Shapiro (1951)