Response: Scheherazade

Reading: “Scheherazade” by Richard Siken

Impressions: Just by the title of this poem, I was instantly taken to images from the Arabian nights stories. I don’t know if that was intentional or not, but given the context of the poem, it seemed to work.

The unusual line spacing reinforced the dream-like quality for me. However, there was one line that I didn’t quite understand (line 6): “it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio…”

My favorite lines are the last three of the poem (shown below without the original formatting):

Tell me how all of this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.