Babel, A Sonnet - Poem by Linda Hepner
Oh happy he who in his ignorance
Can spend his busy days in fruitfulness,
Who has no third eye for the clues of chance
And builds a scaffold for his happiness.
But blindly climbing in the rising walls
Three slaves are trapped dependent, intertwine:
Two weave a web in case the scaffold falls;
One stumbles in the web and grasps the line
That both throw out, but wrapped in a cocoon
The struggling soul caught like a butterfly
Cries for its anguish to be over soon,
Its captors waiting for the wings to die.
The happy builder meanwhile deaf builds on
Smiling and waving, climbing to the sun.
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