Thursday, June 2, 2016

Seven Pillars - TE Lawrence

I loved you, so I drew these tides of Men into my hands And wrote my will across the Sky and stars To earn you freedom, the seven Pillared worthy house, That your eyes might be Shining for me When we came
Death seemed my servant on the Road, 'til we were near And saw you waiting: When you smiled and in sorrowful Envy he outran me And took you apart: Into his quietness Love, the way-weary, groped to your body, Our brief wage Ours for the moment Before Earth's soft hand explored your shape And the blind Worms grew fat upon Your substance
Men prayed me that I set our work, The inviolate house, As a memory of you But for fit monument I shattered it, Unfinished: and now The little things creep out to patch Themselves hovels In the marred shadow Of your gift.
― T.E. Lawrence, The Seven Pillars of Wisdom
"Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars" Prior to the First World War, Lawrence had begun work on a scholarly book about seven great cities of the Middle East

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