Personal interpretation of the biblical figure of Eve after “The Fall”. Even though it does not refer directly to the versions that Auguste Rodin made of her, it does adapt the sorrow of the character and the contrasts of textures between the model and the volumes that characterize the whole series.
“Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. […] “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it [the tree of life] your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.
[…] But the Lord God called to the man, […] And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?” The man said, “The woman you put here with me — she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.” Then the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?” The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”
So the Lord God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and all wild animals! You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life. And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and hers; he will strike your head, and you will strike his heel.”
(Genesis 3: The Fall and its Consequences). The Bible, from “The Book of Genesis”.
“The Dancing Serpent”, XXVIII poem from The Flowers of Evil (Charles Baudelaire):
“Indolent darling, how I love / to see the skin / of your body so beautiful / shimmer like silk!
Upon your heavy head of hair / with its acrid scents, / adventurous, odorant sea / with blue and brown waves,
Like a vessel that awakens / to the morning wind, / my dreamy soul sets sail / for a distant sky.
Your eyes where nothing is revealed / of bitter or sweet, / are two cold jewels where are mingled / iron and gold.
To see you walking in cadence / with fine abandon, / one would say a snake which dances / on the end of a staff.
Under the weight of indolence / your child-like head sways / gently to and fro like the head / of a young elephant,
And your body stretches and leans / like a slender ship / that rolls from side to side and dips / its yards in the sea.
Like a stream swollen by the thaw / of rumbling glaciers, / when the water of your mouth rises / to the edge of your teeth,
It seems I drink Bohemian wine, / bitter and conquering, / a liquid sky that scatters / stars in my heart!”