<koertge's "the history of poetry"> 2003-05-01.12:17 a.m. The History of Poetry Ronald Koertge After the fatal snack, Adam felt so strange that he stayed up late scratching in the dust with a stick. Then just before dawn's new appointment he crouched down and read out loud: I love being human. I love having skin and a heart that beats fast. I love being under the long, slow tongue of the sun. And you! No wonder God's big shoulders heave. No wonder He has turned His face away from your pretty leaves. You are more beautiful than He ever was. Eve was asleep, but the animals weren't, and they stopped chewing. They had never heard sounds like that, sounds that made them pause and blink. Not even in Eden, not even when he said their names for the very first time. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad