In the Library
Love Songs of Ancient Egypt
Unknown, 1927
- Form
- Form Collection
- Difficulty
- Difficulty Accessible
- Reading time
- Reading time 10 minutes
- Translated by
- Translated by Aylward M. Blackman (1927)
- Chapters
- Chapters 6
- Length
- Length 2k words
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Your love has penetrated all within me / Like honey plunged into water,
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About the book
Three thousand years ago, along the Nile, someone set down what it feels like to be undone by another person, and it reads as though the ink is still wet. The lovers here call each other sister and brother, tokens of tenderness rather than blood. One lies sick for seven days because the beloved has not walked past the door; another longs to be the servant who washes a lover's linen, just to hold what has touched that skin. In one cycle the very trees of the orchard lean in and gossip about the couple hidden in their shade. What astonishes is not that longing is this old, but that it was already exactly this: the racing pulse, the helpless invention, the certainty that the whole world is arranged around a single face. These are among the oldest love poems on earth, and they still know your heart better than most written since.

