Departing from the Garden, Adam spoke
At length about the March of History,
Of dialectic, and the world that woke
Out of the fruit’s potentiality.

Cities in glory would leap up like fountains,
Whose tyrannies and wars were worth it all,
Rising in time above the passive mountains-
The heights that they would reach were worth the Fall.

Eve, listening, hid a yawn, and tried to smile.
His talk continued as their steps turned south.
The ground grew harder mile after mile,
And still the apple’s taste was in her mouth.