My
Gilgamesh
At
Barnes and Noble
this
past Sunday night
after
I thought
I had
spent
a
profitless day
looking
at
Easter
hats
in
front of
St.
Patrick’s Cathedral
I
found Stephen Mitchell’s
translation
of Gilgamesh
telling
of one who had
seen
all
who
had felt all
who
had journeyed
to the
edge of the world
who
carved his trials
on
stone tablets
who
restored the
holy
Eanna Temple
sacred
to Ishta
and
slew Humbaba in
the
cedar forest then lost
the
marvelous plant
which
was the antidote
to the
fear of death
and
finally resolved his grief
with a
walk on the wall of Urek
observing
its gleaming ramparts
its
glorious palaces and marketplaces.
My
eyes ran with this verse
I was
like the watcher of the skies
who
sees a new planet swim into view
and I
was like the beguiled poet who read
Chapman’s
Homer first time.
Gail
Tuch
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