O winged Lady, Like a bird You scavenge the land. Like a charging storm You charge, Like a roaring storm You roar, You thunder in thunder, Snort in rampaging winds. Your feet are continually restless. Carrying your harp of sighs, You breathe out the music of mourning. — from “Hymn to Inanna” by Enheduanna, translated from the Sumerian by Jane Hirshfield
PROPHETESS
ONE RISKS ANGERING the gods if one visits an oracle empty-handed. When I ring the Camberwell, South London, doorbell of Florence Welch, I hold a tribute: “The Penguin Book of Spiritual Verse” (2022), edited by Kaveh Akbar. It has a poem in it by Enheduanna, the first named poet in written historical records, a Sumerian princess and priestess who lived over 4,000 years ago. Ancient priestesses made their bodies…
