Seven Pillars of Wisdom is T. E. Lawrence's personal narrative of the Arab Revolt in the First World War, written as a literary memoir rather than a formal history. It blends military account, travel writing, and reflections on leadership, loyalty, and empire. Worth listening for its vivid prose and intimate view of a pivotal Middle Eastern episode.
To S. A. I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in 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, till 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.
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