EVE
Eve , with her basket, was
Deep in the bells and grass
Wading in bells and grass
Up to her knees,
Picking a dish of sweet
Berries and plums to eat,
Down in the bells and grass
Under the trees.
Mute as a mouse in a corner the cobra lay,
Curled round a bough of the
Cinnamon tall…
Now to get even and
Humble proud heaven and
Now is the moment or
Never at all.