Eve Grubin



God unpoured the wine out of Eve

to create delay, the gap between wanting
and the wanted.

Before, with the wine pouring through her,
desire for touch blazed simultaneous with touch, flame to flame.

My desire lags, without speech.
Mute, a weight in my eyes, a whistling cavern in my knees.

Your desire will be to your husband and he will rule over you.

God unpoured the wine out of Eve and the birds began yearning

A woman desires her husband as the rain wants the earth
to need it, as my transgressions hope I will seek them, as God
   wants me to pray.

I have been told
that force has no significance. No soul moves by force.

What I want will not come to me just because I desire it.
I have been told that I cannot force.

I don't know how this will end.

God unpoured the wine out of Eve. I don't know the end to   
     this story.


Eve Grubin's book of poems, Morning Prayer, was published by the Sheep Meadow Press. She was a fellow at Yaddo, and her essays have appeared in various magazines and anthologies including, The Veil: Women Writers on Its History, Lore, and Politics (U of CA Press, 2009). She founded and directed the Poetry and Mentorship Reading Series at Makor, where she also taught poetry workshops and craft classes. In addition, she has taught at City College, and she now teaches at The New School.


Programs Director, 2001-2006

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Poem © Copyright by Eve Grubin. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted with the permission of the author.



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