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Study the brickwork, study the fortification;

climb the great ancient staircase to the terrace;

study how it is made; from the terrace see

the planted and fallow fields, the ponds and orchards.

This is Uruk, the city of Gilgamesh

the Wild Ox, son of Lugalbanda, son

of the Lady Wildcow Ninsun, Gilgamesh

the vanguard and the rear guard of the army,

Shadow of Darkness over the enemy field,

the Web, the Flood that rises to wash away

the walls of alien cities, Gilgamesh

the strongest one of all, the perfect, the terror.

It is he who opened passes through the mountains;

and he who dug deep wells on the mountainsides;

who measured the world; and sought out Utnapishtim

beyond the world; it is he who restored the shrines;

two-thirds a god, one-third a man, the king.

Go to the temple of Anu and Ishtar:

open the copper chest with the iron locks;

the tablet of lapis lazuli tells the story.

("The Story" is from "Gilgamesh: A New Rendering in English Verse" by David Ferry. Farrar Straus Giroux. Copyright © 1992 by David Ferry.)


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