“The Sweep” [Reflections On Nicholas Ostler's Book, Empires Of The Word - A Language History Of The World, Harper Perennial, 2005 - Chap. 1 Con't]

A language can get swept away quite fast,
But while it’s ’round it holds on to its past;
A language lets some folks together act,
Then talk about, and store communal facts.

He claims that just as speakers have a ‘Voice’,
Distinctive to their ways of life, and choice,
So too, collective languages have tones
Which shape the minds of those who learn at home –

To speak their “Mother’s tongue” (from mom to kid),
Embedded with an Outlook hard to rid,
Oneself of even learning other tongues
(Third culture kids have multi-language ones).

Here “Metaphors”, and “States of mind” and “ ’Tudes
Towards others” flow most easily – so feuds
Define themselves between linguistic groups,
As “Shibboleths” define each group’s pursuits.

Most writing-systems are by neighbors brought;
Originals exchange for new forms taught;
Adapted into cultures, they become
The way folks write for business and for fun.

His working-base says when groups settle in
To herd and farm, is when they first begin
To need a language bigger than their own,
So lesser dialects are left alone.

No mention has he made of Babel yarn –
How it was given to man to slow the harm
We do with our collective unity;
Though he admits we’d rather fight, so flee –

Into our corners waving language flags,
And strive to get ahead when neighbor lags;
We’d rather keep distinctive ways of life,
Than stay together chatting through the night.

Thanks Lord for this.

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