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BABEL 3
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“I whisper to you through his lips. He is my cage, you are my source of song. I whisper to you through a well of stone. Listen at night and you will hear him sing: “‘A swallow whispers in my loins So I can neither lie or stand And I can never sleep again Unless I whisper you this song.’” BABEL 3 It wasn’t the tower at all It was our words he hated. Once our words rose Into God’s willing mouth Like bells sing into houses. When someone loved The word said love, On the 38th floor, On the 94th floor, On the 1224th floor. Words were different then. God didn’t Divide us into different languages He divided Words and men. Men and words—He called the words angels. We called the words angels. Things were different then. Spicer: My Vocabulary Did This to Me page 63 63 ...