Eden was a garden: Green things growing, lily and rose, Violet tenderness, poppy glows, Beets and onions and such as those, -- Eden was a garden. Adam worked the garden: Morning dews in the delicate light, Callouses, backache, proper and right, Sleep, ah! sleep through the soft, sweet night, -- Adam worked the garden. Eve, too, in the garden: Lilies and poppies the woman out-glowed, Tied, and weeded, and carried a load, Brought the water as Adam hoed, -- Eve, too, in the garden. Eden's still a garden: Work, untrammelled, with hand and heart, Dirt, clean dirt, and a little of art, And a glorious woman doing her part, -- Eden's still a garden. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |