[This is another poem originally written in Romanian by Marin Sorescu; I suppose it’s as good explanation as any for the Fall of Man]
Although he was living in Heaven,
Adam was walking around brooding and sad
Because he didn’t know what he was missing.
Then God manufactured Eve
From one of Adam’s ribs.
And so much did the first man enjoy this miracle
That in that very moment
He touched his next rib,
Feeling pleasant sparks flying up his fingers
As they brushed over firm breasts and sweet hips
Shaped like musical notes.
A new Eve rose up in front of him.
She had just pulled out her mirror
And was painting her lips red.
“That’s life!” sighed Adam
And created another one.
And so on, as each official Eve
Turned her back to him
Or went to the market to shop for gold, myrrh and frankincense
Adam brought to light another odalisque
From his rib-woven harem.
This wanton creation of Adam
Called him over, cursed him God-like
And banished him from Heaven