Dina Hardy's "Folklore" explores the geology of our collective consciousness. God and Satan, Adam and Eve, Cain and the moon: these subjects are both ancient and immediate, typical and individual. I imagine Eve in the first poem of this selection (already we're at page 2,651). She has partaken of one fruit but not the other, the knowledge of good and evil and also of her mortality awakening desire. In this folklore, Eve is only innocent insofar as she still seeks a period before the "wreck," before compromise and frustration and, of course, the transgressions that desire brings. As Hardy's pagination suggests, such searches are ultimately futile: to desire is to already invite calamity.