Lost towers impend, copeless primeval props
Of the new threatening sky, and first rude digits
Of awe remonstrance and uneasy power
Thrust out by man when speech sank back in his throat:
Then had the last rocks ended bubbling up
And rhythms of change within the heart begun
By a blind need that would make Springs and Winters;
Pylons and monoliths went on by ages,
Mycenæ and Great Zimbabwe came about;
Cowed hearts in This conceived a pyramid
That leaned to hold itself upright, a thing
Foredoomed to limits, death and an easy apex;
Then postulants for the stars' previous wisdom
Standing on Carthage must get nearer still;
While in Chaldea an altitude of god
Being mooted, and a saurian unearthed
Upon a mounain stirring a surmise
Of floods and alterations of the sea,
A round-walled tower must rise upon Senaar
Temple and escape to god the ascertained.
These are decayed like Time's teeth in his mouth,
Black cavities and gaps, yet earth is darkened
By their deep-sunken and unfounded shadows
And memories of man's earliest theme of towers.
Space -- the old source of time -- should be undone,
Eternity defined, by men who trusted
Another tier would equal them with god.
A city of grimed brick-kilns, squat truncations,
Hunched like spread toads yet high beneath their circles
Of low packed smoke, assemblages of thunder
That glowed upon their under sides by night
And lit like storm small shadowless workmen's toil.
Meaningless stumps, upturned bare roots, remained
In fields of mashy mud and trampled leaves;
While, if a horse died hauling, plasterers
Knelt on a flank to clip its sweaty coat.
A builder leans across the last wide courses;
His unadjustable unreaching eyes
Fail under him before his glances sink
On the clouds' upper layers of sooty curls
Where some long lightning goes like swallows downward,
But at the wider gallery next below
Recognize master-masons with pricked parchments:
That builder then, as one who condescends
Unto the sea and all that is beneath him,
His hairy breast on the wet mortar calls
'How many fathoms is it yet to heaven!'
On the next eminence the orgulous king
Nimroud stands up conceiving he shall live
To conquer god, now that he knows where god is:
His eager hands push up the tower in thought.
Again, his shaggy inhuman height strides down
Among the carpenters because he has seen
One shape an eagle-woman on a door-post:
He drives his spear-beam through him for wasted day.
Little men hurrying, running here and there,
Within the dark and stifling walls, dissent
From every sound, and shoulder empty hods:
'The god's great altar should stand in the crypt
Among our earth's foundations ' -- ' The god's great altar
Must be the last far coping of our work' --
'It should inaugurate the broad main stair ' --
' Or end it ' -- ' It must stand toward the East!'
But here a grave contemptuous youth cries out
'Womanish babblers, how can we build god's altar
Ere we divine its forordained true shape?'
Then one ' It is a pedestal for deeds ' --
''Tis more and should be hewn like the king's brow ' --
' It has the nature of a woman's bosom ' --
' The tortoise, first created, signifies it ' --
' A blind and rudimentary navel shows
The source of worship better than horned moons.'
Then a lean giant ' Is not a calyx needful? ' --
' Because round grapes on statues well expressed
Become the nadir of incense, nodal lamps,
Yet apes have hands thad but and carved red crystal ' --
' Birds molden, touchly talc veins bronze buds crumble
Ablid ublai ghan isz rad eighar ghaurl . . .'
Words said too often seemed such ancient sounds
That men forget them or were lost in them;
The gutteral glottis-chasms of language reached
A rhythm, a gasp, were curves of immortal thought.
Man with his bricks was building, building yet,
Where dawn and midnight mingled and woke no birds,
In the last courses, building past his knowledge
A wall that swung -- for towers can have no tops,
No chord can mete the universal segment,
Earth has not basis. Yet the yielding sky,
Invincible vacancy was there discovered --
Though piled-up bricks should pulp the sappy balks,
Weight generate a secrecy of heat,
Cankerous charring, crevices' fronds of flame.
The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.
Physicians of the Utmost Fame
Were called at once; but when they came
They answered, as they took their Fees, .....
Si iata va fi vant si trupul tau va fi
albastrul unde ne- om inzapezi.
Si iata carul mare va instela mai sus
de sfarcul moliciunii si gura de isus.
Si iata va fi spaima si lunecari vor fi
uitandu- ne sa trecem din noapte catre zi,
un timp ca va sa .....
M-am dus o clipa în Infern,
în bolgiile-adânci, dar Dante,
ce zugravi în vers etern
escroci, si papi, si duci, bacante,
pe când ma însotea, în pas usor,
si-i povesteam de Hitler, negru nor,
se-nvârteji-n coroana lui de laur
si-mi spuse : - .....
În turburatu-mi suflet am construit o arca
- Informa nalucire de biblic corabier -,
Si turme-ntregi de gînduri pe puntea ei se-mbarca,
Noroade-ntregi, plecate puternicului cer.
E vremea sa se-abata mînia lui! O ploaia
De stropi rigizi întinde .....
Faust:
Tinere domn, prieten si dusman,
Prea bine stiu, ma ispitesti de-o viata
Sa batem palma întru nemurire.
Totusi te rog, mai prelungeste-un an,
Si daca poti pe dascal îl învata
Sa nu se mire ca un proaspat mire
De tot ce-n viata singur s-a .....
în duminici ploioase
cu nori nedumeriti si matusi cu vecini si dileme
ne privim corpul ascuns îndaratul ferestrelor mate
ne cautam chipurile de demult în
fotografii uitate cu neantul prelins pe hârtia lucioasa
în duminici ploioase ne îmbracam tristetile prea .....
Am avut un vis în noaptrea de Craciun
Mergeam pe o plaja, iar Domnul pasea alaturi de mine.
Pasii ni se imprimau în nisip, lasând o urma dubla: una era a mea,
cealalta era a Lui.
Atunci mi-a trecut prin minte ideea ca fiecare din pasii nostri reprezenta
o zi .....
era si putin gârbovit
avea picioarele cracanate
n-ai fi dat pe el doi bani
cunoscatorii îl numeau înger
îngere i-am zis treaba asta e data dracului
s-a uitat la mine ca un copil mi-a murmurat
sunt nivelul doi actorie învat plânsul si .....
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine---
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.
The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,
And the vexed .....
Numai tacand si gandidu-te singur la toate,
ajungi sa-ntelegi ca din tot ce-ai fi vrut prea putine raman langa tine,
numai vazand cum se-aprind si se sting noaptea
toate cararile tale gresite numai lasand
sa te-nvaluie pulberea lor vei ajunge sa stii
ca .....
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