...whatever the man called each of them
would be its name.
Amaryllis - sparkling pastoral moment
Mentioned by Virgil, full of blackened ire -
Adam first spoke your name, the last tenant
Residing where the pagan poets' fire
Yielded blossom's cameo. A brief bloom
Like Eve - your perennial petals entomb
Lacivious pride's pink-prinked nomme de plume
In Eden's own hothouse of deadly perfume.
Divided, conquered, naked, scattered seed!
Amaryllis, emblem of refulgent shame,
Consider how your roots had worked to breed
Everywhere this florid curse, our sorest need:
After selfish want had broken earth for bread,
Evening came, the eighth day. It had no name.
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