Having commanded Adam to bestowNames upon all the creatures, God withdrewTo empyrean palaces of blueThat warm and windless morning long ago,And seemed to take no notice of the vexedLook on the young man's face as he took thoughtOf all the miracles the Lord had wrought,Now to be labelled, dubbed, yclept, indexed.Before an addled mind and puddled brow,The feathered nation and the finny preyPassed by; there went biped and quadruped.Adam looked forth with bottomless dismayInto the tragic eyes of his first cow,And shyly ventured, "Thou shalt be called 'Fred.' "
Anthony Hecht.
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