Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Paradise Story - I

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.'

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.

– Karl Shapiro (1951)