SINCE THE BITING OF THE APPLE

Let the flesh tell the mind

what thoughts to think,

let it rest from the great questions

of life,

            the arts and the sciences,

the pondering of what was

before the Cosmos

and will be after it,

let the poems in foreign languages

for now stay untranslated,

the ones in own stay unwritten;

for the flesh tells the mind

to dream of her,

of having her,

her having him,

the old longings that since

the biting of the apple

have driven flesh to flesh.

01.06.2025

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