The Barbarous Bird-gods: A Savage Parabasis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBC D AEFEBGBGAHFHBFIFFJFJ KLMLFNONFLPLQLRSTSUU FLVFBFWUXUOYFYIY

In the Aves of Aristophanes the Bird Chorus declare that they areA
older than the Gods and greater benefactors of men This ideaB
recurs in almost all savage mythologies and I have made theB
savage Bird gods state their own caseC
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The Birds singD
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We would have you to wit that on eggs though we sit and areA
spiked on the spit and are baked in the panE
Birds are older by far than your ancestors are and made love andF
made war ere the making of ManE
For when all things were dark not a glimmer nor spark and theB
world like a barque without rudder or sailG
Floated on through the night 'twas a Bird struck a light 'twas aB
flash from the bright feather'd Tonatiu's tailG
Then the Hawk with some dry wood flew up in the sky and afarA
safe and high the Hawk lit Sun and MoonH
And the Birds of the air they rejoiced everywhere and they reckedF
not of care that should come on them soonH
For the Hawk so they tell was then known as Pundjel and aB
musing he fell at the close of the dayF
Then he went on the quest as we thought of a nest with someI
bark of the best and a clawful of clayF
And with these did he frame two birds lacking a name withoutF
feathers his game was a puzzle to allJ
Next around them he fluttered a dancing and muttered andF
lastly he uttered a magical callJ
Then the figures of clay as they featherless lay they leaped upK
who but they and embracing they fellL
And THIS was the baking of Man and his making but now he'sM
forsaking his Father PundjelL
Now these creatures of mire they kept whining for fire and toF
crown their desire who was found but the WrenN
To the high heaven he came from the Sun stole he flame and forO
this has a name in the memory of menN
And in India who for the Soma juice flew and to men brought itF
through without falter or failL
Why the Hawk 'twas again and great Indra to men would appear nowP
and then in the shape of a QuailL
While the Thlinkeet's delight is the Bird of the Night the beakQ
and the bright ebon plumage of YehlL
And who for man's need brought the famed Suttung's mead why 'tisR
told in the creed of the Sagamen strongS
'Twas the Eagle god who brought the drink from the blue and gaveT
mortals the brew that's the fountain of songS
Next who gave men their laws and what reason or cause the youngU
brave overawes when in need of a squawU
Till he thinks it a shame to wed one of his name and his conductF
you blame if he thus breaks the lawL
For you still hold it wrong if a lubra belong to the selfV
same kobong that is Father of youF
To take HER as a bride to your ebony side nay you give her aB
wide berth quite right of you tooF
For her father you know is YOUR father the Crow and noW
blessing but woe from the wedding would springU
Well these rules they were made in the wattle gum shade and wereX
strictly obeyed when the Crow was the KingU
Thus on Earth's little ball to the Birds you owe all yet yourO
gratitude's small for the favours they've doneY
And their feathers you pill and you eat them at will yes youF
plunder and kill the bright birds one by oneY
There's a price on their head and the Dodo is dead and the MoaI
has fled from the sight of the sunY

Andrew Lang



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