How many miles to Babylon? Listen to the spirit language in silence Is there a voice? No human voice. Words? They are unbidden, uncalled for: All the words in the world but that we seek Unwordly, unworldly, unsounded. To get there and back again no need to count the miles but kindle the flame which flickers, falters for a candle space a candle time. Listen! - they are timeless, the smooth words flowing, Hardening to roughness: corrugations in the runnels of history.
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BABEL
BABEL
Tower
"nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do"
Genesis II.6
They built it to climb to Godbut he descended their stair,
Twisted tongues of each of them
gaping empty air
Speechless
averting
faces from Heaven
they laboured apart
-restrained
from common bonds
imagined diversely,
strove vainly.
So each of us
stretching across the sundered plain
to grasp hands in friendship
finds again
a piece of broken foundation stone -
not from a tower of burnt clay and slime
but a bower in Eden at an end of time.
And Babylon -
"I will make of it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction"
Isiah XIV.23
How many miles ...?
(the light begins to fade
words fail in the flicker
of a candle flame and trickle
away, gaining no hold,
dissolve and are made rough again:
corrugations of wax
in the runnels of history)
... by candlelight
but not back again
to any stone-built tower,
to any kindled flame.
Light ebbs to flow
around our darkness.
Bālāl
Gate of GodOr the God of the Gate?
What do we know?
Only words, which confuse us.
Language, which leaves us
Bereft of its significance.
Hanging Garden
“the approach to the garden sloped like a hillside and the several parts of the structure rose from one another tier on tier”
Diodorus Siculus
Were trees dependent
On terraces,
Was earth banked
(treasured loam in lime-clad stone),
Did the wind sing of weeping
In dangling leaves
Euphrates via Archimedes
To wet those roots
And dampen those notes
Sounding lost love?
Or did these words make
A shape in air?
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