Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BABEL FALLS, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, thou great babel - out of nothing reared Last Line: "shouted abroad in heaven, ""great babel falls." Subject(s): Babel, Tower Of; Bible | ||||||||
"OH, thou great Babel -- out of nothing reared -- Shake! Crumble utterly! Be thou dismayed! For God is wroth upon you and to Him Thy citadel is as a voice at night -- Thy brazen bastions built of empty wind. Thou art abolished fearfully. His feet Are darkly spread among you. Ye shall go Afflicted and confounded. Ye shall rage In scattered tribes. God's strong and awful wars He will send down upon you. And no man Shall to his brother lift a cry of peace. Words shall be taken from you. On your lips Your utterance shall be confused. Your breath Shall sicken in your nostrils and send forth A stench upon this land. With wailing voices Ye shall breed forth new words and every one Like old death-bearing Cain shall breathe out death. Your tribe henceforth shall speak a various tongue And there shall be a curse upon your speech." Then from that stellar orb that is the earth, Rose such a lamentation that it vexed The listening brightness of the zodiac. And many a star fell from the sky that night With mortal grief afflicted. Meteor-eyed, Eternity watched a new epoch dawn Upon that furious planet set in time. Then in high heaven all the angelic host, Beating about God's ramparts like a tide, Swelled terrible with glory, and the eyes Of no Archangel could range forth so far As to declare the end of that vast sea. But bright with billowy radiance they heaved Their rugged splendor underneath the sun And surged against the battlements. For, lo! There shot among them fires that were such thoughts As never more should blaze upon the earth, Whose terrible radiance was the garb of speech. Breathed in by Heaven, swept back God's beauteous words To the eternal peace from which they came. Burning, they plunged into the Angel's hands. They sunk their glowing shapes into his brain. They shouted in his thighs, and in his feet Raised paeans of delight until he leaped Before the Lord with prophecy enraged. They foamed upon his brow. They swam serene Through the translucent whiteness of his breast. Amid his spiritual substance, fires shone With moving splendor and interior name. They made soft music in his throbbing plumes And on his finger tips did sweetly sing. But never more on earth those orbs of light Choired truth along the orbits of man's brain. And with them rushed swart algebras, disturbed From their deep lairs of stone; and numbers swept Their wings from earth until material things Groaned, crumbled, were no more. Swift accuracies, Smooth-limbed and beautiful with flying feet, Fled from their bright abodes of tower and wall And, poised in high air, looked down amazed To see huge towers stricken by their flight; Lines, whirled about the heavenly ramparts, swung From ancient straightness into anguished shapes They had not dreamed of, arcs, and angles strange, And terrible spirals. Many a tortured curve, Unwoven from arch and dome, was stretched in pangs Of pained and frigid straightness. High in air Moved mournful, calm and stern geometries -- Pale priests of space -- that from their ancient hands Loosed the old order and, at God's altars bowed, Laid down their sacrifice of beauty. Then A murmur rose among the radiant ones, And they grew turbulent in Heaven, for lo, The angel had gone down. His terrible wings, That with bright comets bristled as with eyes, Did shake the atmosphere like living wars. Blown through his hair were strong bright meteors Consuming as with flame. His thundering feet Ploughed up the earth till fearfully she rocked And groaned as chaos did of old. His eyes Blazed like volcanoes from pale peaks of air And prophesied destruction. His screaming voice Perched like an eagle on white cliffs of the sky And snatched earth's vision Heavenward. His brow Passed judgment on the universe. His robes With conflagration burned the gale. Oh then There was a cry in Heaven, for all the host Of bright magnificence, with thundering voice, Shouted abroad in Heaven, "Great Babel Falls." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O TO BE A DRAGON by MARIANNE MOORE BIBLICAL MEDITATIONS by YEHUDA AMICHAI KING DAVID DANCES by JOHN BERRYMAN THE DREAM SONGS: 234. THE CARPENTER'S SON by JOHN BERRYMAN THE DREAM SONGS: 47. APRIL FOOL'S DAY, OR, ST MARY OF EGYPT by JOHN BERRYMAN SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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