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Today I
wanted to share with everyone one of my favorite love poems by Jessica Jopp
called “En Eski Ask Siiri.” If you want to hear Jopp read the poem aloud you
can visit her poem’s webpage on The Poetry Foundation website.
With all
poems I enjoy, I always love reading them aloud so I can get acquainted with
its rhythm or the texture of the words and how they feel on my tongue. Reading
aloud also makes me feel closer to the work. The words almost become a part of
myself or become the narrative that I live by.
If you
usually read poetry silently, try reading this poem or a poem you cherish
aloud. See how it changes in meaning and how the words flow and how you
naturally fall into the rhythm of the poem.
En Eski Aşk
Şiiri
By Jessica
Jopp
The Oldest
Love Poem
(For Susan)
Back from
Istanbul, she gives to me
the
photograph she took insidethe Archaeological Museum’s
blue tiled hush, of a tablet
carved in terra cotta from Nippur,
written in Sumerian.
Delicate etches, a lift of riverbed
where the summer waters ran
glistened on this piece of earth
the earnest working hand,
a pause between the lines to contemplate
cedars’ ornate overhanging
leaf-work become inseparable
from the
carving. Maybe reading sky,
reading
wind, or tree soundsbeside the sound of clay
shaped to carry a human mark.
Maybe it
says we are so elegant
in our exchange that looking at each otherthe trees whisper their contented green
across any distance to be here
branches heat-satiated
full in our veins of holding.
Maybe it
says when we spoon,
we spoon each other a riverwe find in our arms the curving
edges of the loving bed
become a shadowed riverbank
from which night animals will bend
and from our abundant dreams
to ease their thirst, will drink.
Maybe it
says in our hands
the night sky we first heldbetween us in the glowing
amorphous float reaches
the underside of leaves
as every sentry in the moon’s keep
finds more of it to give away
tonight again the fragrant sky
etches luminous travelwith beads from tree to tree
above this terra cotta,
above us as we sleep.
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