Jan Brueghel the Elder Earthly Paradise with the Fall of Man 1612 oil on copper Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Rome |
Jan Soens Fall of Man ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jan Gossaert Fall of Man ca. 1520-25 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Giuseppe Porta (Giuseppe Salviati) Adam and Eve after the Fall ca. 1550 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Anonymous Italian Artist God the Father chiding Adam and Eve 19th century drawing Museo Poldi Pezzoli, Milan |
Peter Paul Rubens Adam reproaching Eve ca. 1599-1600 oil on panel Rubenshuis, Antwerp |
John Milton Paradise Lost (frontispiece portrait and title page) 1668 letterpress and engraving Morgan Library, New York |
Auguste Rodin Adam 1881 bronze Art Institute of Chicago |
Auguste Rodin Eve after the Fall 1886 marble Art Institute of Chicago |
Bernardino Riccardi Adam in contemplation after the Fall ca. 1842 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jan Soens Expulsion from Paradise ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Jan Soens Adam and Eve after the Fall ca. 1586 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Alasdair Gray Eden and After ca. 1965-66 oil on board Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh |
Fer Hakkaart Adam and Eve with Newborn Child 1992 oil on canvas Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden |
Édouard Debat-Ponsan The First Grief 1874 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Giovanni Gaibazzi The Cursing of Cain ca. 1839 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Eden
Somewhere in Eden, after all this time,
does there still stand, abandoned, like
a ruined city, gates sealed with grisly nails,
the luckless garden?
Is sultry day still followed there
by sultry dusk, sultry night,
where on the branches sallow and purple
the fruit hangs rotting?
Is there still, underground,
spreading like lace among the rocks
a network of unexploited lodes,
onyx and gold?
Through the lush greenery
their wash echoing afar
do there still flow the four glassy streams
of which no mortal drinks?
Somewhere in Eden, after all this time,
does there still stand, like a city in ruins,
forsaken, doomed to slow decay,
the failed garden?
– Ina Rousseau (1954), translated from Afrikaans by J.M. Coetzee (2007)