[The Montana Professor 21.1, Fall 2010 <http://mtprof.msun.edu>]
Jack Jelinski
Foreign Languages (Emeritus)
MSU-Bozeman
Honeyed pleasure each spring awaited me,
Proof the Madison River flowed aright
When blossoms on my little Mockorange tree
Announced the caddis hatch, to my delight.
But alas, I read the Audubon Guide
Which humble ignorance at once betrayed.
Oh, how my innocent conceit was tried
By a ghastly truth which upon me preyed.
Neither the arrows piercing straight and true
Nor Lewis with a pistol to his breast,
Nor can his mutilated corpse undo
The knot of a King's incestuous geste.
Ah, Philadelphus, how cruelly you came,
To give my darling blossom such a name.
Augustine thought sex a boring affair
Until concupiscence clouded the mind.
They ate of the tree, our Biblical pair
To the command of their Lord they were blind.
How could fair apple of this be the cause?
The serpent just offered fruit in his plea.
The apple followed the Architect's laws:
Sweet taste of love to be plucked from its tree.
In Canticles, apples quicken desire.
Their ruddy hemispheres, their luscious skin;
The erotic promise to which lovers aspire
Unleashed by fair Cupid's arrows of sin.
If the apple thus sealed Eve's carnal fame
Nature has but its Creator to blame.
[The Montana Professor 21.1, Fall 2010 <http://mtprof.msun.edu>]