Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIMROD WARS WITH THE ANGELS, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: But god sent forth a pale and spectral host Last Line: "am I not nimrod?" Subject(s): Babel, Tower Of; Bible; Nimrod (bible) | ||||||||
BUT God sent forth a pale and spectral host Of war horse and of rider. From the steeps And citadels of cloud on the horizon, They mightily plunged upon the embattled plain Encircled round great Babel. Blazing scouts Skirmished the valley; shadowy stallions reared, Driven by vast archangels, whose fierce spears Whirling aloft, they stabbed upon the town. A thousand gusty shapes rushed forth to war. And there were chariots of dust that drove Windily down the plain. Bright meteors lit Upon them screaming. Built among the clouds Were domes and turrets; and blazing with pale lights Acropolis towered above acropolis. Then Nimrod, throned upon his peak, looked down To where the blazing cohorts of the Lord Threatened the town with vengeance; and he rose, Obscured with wrath as is the sun with cloud. And like an engine of dread war he set His shoulder to the mountain side and heaved Its giant bowlders forth till from the cliff With sudden scream, as if some savage chief Would drive his angry cohorts into war, They leaped with sound of grating wheels and plunged Down the precipitous slope at God's encampment. But Nimrod, leaping to the mightiest stone, Then bounding to another as they plunged, With arms outstretched and darkly beetling breast, With angry locks, with great and god-like eye, With furious shouts of battle and laughter huge, And challenges to Heaven, scourged with cries His screaming stallions maned with whistling wind, Goaded the vengeance of His flinty wheels That bright with many a whirling fire appeared Bestrid with eyes -- yes -- like the lightning perched Upon the gale, he swept upon God's hosts His monstrous cavalcades. Then, driving down His thousand thundering chariots of stone, Enraged, enraptured, pale, with bow upraised, Great Nimrod shot his arrow at the gods. And lo, the heavenly onslaught flamed away. God's dark encampment lifted from the plain. Then there were rushings heard in the deep air And all the spectral host paled from the sky. Then Nimrod unto Babel cried aloud. "Lo, I have shot in Heaven God's great white horse! With neighings and fearful tramplings he went down! And his affrighted angel drifts pale wings Across his bosom, lest he take from me The anguish of mine arrow in mid air. Am I not Nimrod?" And he cried aloud, "Am I not Nimrod?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIMROD: 2 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIMROD: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIMROD: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIMROD: 5 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIMROD: 6 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH NIMROD: 7 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE PRIDE OF NIMROD by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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