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Eve Before the fall, Eve’s eyes were almost hollow: She looked upon the world though blind, Not understanding anything she’d find Nor did she ever think upon the morrow. She lived perhaps in joy, unknowing pain Thus was indeed the state of innocence, Another word for which is ignorance. The fruit of knowledge she was to attain Would merely change her vision of all things; Her eyes see all, the woe upon the land How steep a price to pay to understand To know all things, some joys, a thousand pains. Now that she knows, she knows she can’t go back Alack alack alack alack alack. –4 November MMXXIII Before Eugene Delaplanche’s Eve avant et après le péché Musée d’Orsay, Paris
