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The American Poetry Review

THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH

HUMBABA

My friends, who can reach heaven?

The monster bellows like a river swollen with flood.
Many are consumed in his fiery breath.

My friends, who can reach heaven?

Let us ask the mountain for a sign.
Let us cut the spirits from the cedars.

My friends, who can reach heaven?

To be remembered a man must undergo
The ravages of the eight winds.

My friends, who can reach heaven?

No matter how tall he is, a mortal can never reachNo matter how wide he is, a mortal cannot stretch over the earth.Therefore, may Shamash open before my feet the closed road

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