“For Eve” (Rispetto-version2 Hendecasyllabic)
Like Venus, flashing, skirting cross the heavens,
Undaunted Eve, she passes fruit to Adam.
Amidst the midnight sky she knows a million
stars are wand`dring in her planetarium.
“I’m a garden, strong, to live beneath this Sun.
But distillation of my soul is driven.”
Venus takes her chances ‘oer predicted time;
Eve will grow, uncharted, over any clime.