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so-called garden
it’s quite plain to me
the Garden so-called Eden
was ne'er a cared-for garden.
no, not at all.
indeed, it took the form
of primevous wilds:
of such as forests dark,
of mountains, valleys,
and of calling sweetly forest lark.
and of all the things
that in truth we chose
to lose so long ago.
we plant only,
in their stead, those terrible
things malignant that
uniquely grow/expand/pollute