Babel: The Gate Of The God Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Lost towers impend copeless primeval props	A
Of the new threatening sky and first rude digits	B
Of awe remonstrance and uneasy power	C
Thrust out by man when speech sank back in his throat	D
Then had the last rocks ended bubbling up	E
And rhythms of change within the heart begun	F
By a blind need that would make Springs and Winters	G
Pylons and monoliths went on by ages	H
Mycenae and Great Zimbabwe came about	I
Cowed hearts in This conceived a pyramid	J
That leaned to hold itself upright a thing	K
Foredoomed to limits death and an easy apex	L
Then postulants for the stars' previous wisdom	M
Standing on Carthage must get nearer still	N
While in Chaldea an altitude of god	O
Being mooted and a saurian unearthed	P
Upon a mountain stirring a surmise	Q
Of floods and alterations of the sea	R
A round walled tower must rise upon Senaar	C
Temple and escape to god the ascertained	S
These are decayed like Time's teeth in his mouth	T
Black cavities and gaps yet earth is darkened	U
By their deep sunken and unfounded shadows	V
And memories of man's earliest theme of towers	G
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Space the old source of time should be undone	F
Eternity defined by men who trusted	J
Another tier would equal them with god	O
A city of grimed brick kilns squat truncations	G
Hunched like spread toads yet high beneath their circles	G
Of low packed smoke assemblages of thunder	C
That glowed upon their under sides by night	W
And lit like storm small shadowless workmen's toil	X
Meaningless stumps upturned bare roots remained	S
In fields of mashy mud and trampled leaves	G
While if a horse died hauling plasterers	G
Knelt on a flank to clip its sweaty coat	D
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A builder leans across the last wide courses	G
His unadjustable unreaching eyes	G
Fail under him before his glances sink	Y
On the clouds' upper layers of sooty curls	G
Where some long lightning goes like swallows downward	Z
But at the wider gallery next below	A2
Recognise master masons with pricked parchments	G
That builder then as one who condescends	G
Unto the sea and all that is beneath him	B2
His hairy breast on the wet mortar calls	G
'How many fathoms is it yet to heaven '	-
On the next eminence the orgulous king	K
Nimroud stands up conceiving he shall live	C2
To conquer god now that he knows where god is	G
His eager hands push up the tower in thought	D2
Again his shaggy inhuman height strides down	E2
Among the carpenters because he has seen	F2
One shape an eagle woman on a door post	G2
He drives his spear beam through him for wasted day	H2
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Little men hurrying running here and there	C
Within the dark and stifling walls dissent	I2
From every sound and shoulder empty hods	G
'The god's great altar should stand in the crypt	J2
Among our earth's foundations' 'The god's great altar	C
Must be the last far coping of our work'	K
It should inaugurate the broad main stair'	C
'Or end it' 'It must stand toward the East '	-
But here a grave contemptuous youth cries out	I
'Womanish babblers how can we build god's altar	C
Ere we divine its foreordained true shape '	-
Then one 'It is a pedestal for deeds'	G
''Tis more and should be hewn like the king's brow'	C
'It has the nature of a woman's bosom'	B2
'The tortoise first created signifies it'	I
'A blind and rudimentary navel shows	G
The source of worship better than horned moons '	-
Then a lean giant 'Is not a calyx needful '	-
'Because round grapes on statues well expressed	I
Become the nadir of incense nodal lamps	G
Yet apes have hands that cut and carved red crystal'	A2
'Birds molten touchly talc veins bronze buds crumble	A2
Ablid ublai ghan isz rad eighar ghaurl '	-
Words said too often seemed such ancient sounds	G
That men forgot them or were lost in them	B2
The guttural glottis chasms of language reached	I
A rhythm a gasp were curves of immortal thought	I
	-
Man with his bricks was building building yet	I
Where dawn and midnight mingled and woke no birds	G
In the last courses building past his knowledge	K2
A wall that swung for towers can have no tops	G
No chord can mete the universal segment	I
Earth has not basis Yet the yielding sky	K
Invincible vacancy was there discovered	I
Though piled up bricks should pulp the sappy balks	G
Weight generate a secrecy of heat	I
Cankerous charring crevices' fronds of flame	B2

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Babel: The Gate Of The God Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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