After Nazim Hikmet’s
“Things I Didn’t Know I Loved”

I never knew that the song of
The first summer cicadas
Could ease my hips tame
My blood
I never knew I loved
The curves of
An apple until I met you that day
Down on Lexington and Forty-First Street
Eating one with such
Shameless indifference
Sometimes I see ghosts
A young girl, once, with fresh
Almonds on her breath
I remember almonds now
I love them too
I never knew I loved snow
Until I saw you
Standing in front of
The garage in the
Slow-motion of
A winter morning
Your mouth
Full of
Little bits of borrowed light.

Read on . . .

How It Began and Other Poems” by Ellen Bass


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