Dec 05

Eden (Rousseau)

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Eden, by Ina Rousseau (1923-2005)

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?
(Trans. J.M. Coetzee)

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