ARBC0210-s14 Arabia: A Literary Approach T.E. Lawrence ( “ Lawrence of Arabia ” ), Seven Pillars...
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ARBC0210-s14 Arabia: A Literary Approach T.E. Lawrence (“Lawrence of Arabia”), Seven Pillars of Wisdom (1935): A first knowledge of [the bedouin’s] sense of the purity of rarefaction was given me in early years, when we had ridden far out over the rolling plains of North Syria to a ruin of the Roman period which the Arabs believed was made by a prince of the border as a desert-palace for his queen. They clay of its buildings was said to have been kneaded for greater richness, not with water, but with the precious essential oils of flowers. My guides, sniffing the air like dogs, led me from crumbling room to room, saying, ‘This is jessamine, this violet, this rose’. But at last Dahoum drew me: ‘Come and smell the very sweetest scent of all’, and we went into the main lodging, to the gaping window sockets of its eastern face, and there drank with open mouths of the effortless, empty, eddyless
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ARBC0210-s14 Arabia: A Literary Approach
T.E. Lawrence (“Lawrence of Arabia”), Seven Pillars of Wisdom (1935):
A first knowledge of [the bedouin’s] sense of the purity of rarefaction was given me in early years, when we had ridden far out over the rolling plains of North Syria to a ruin of the Roman period which the Arabs believed was made by a prince of the border as a desert-palace for his queen. They clay of its buildings was said to have been kneaded for greater richness, not with water, but with the precious essential oils of flowers. My guides, sniffing the air like dogs, led me from crumbling room to room, saying, ‘This is jessamine, this violet, this rose’.
But at last Dahoum drew me: ‘Come and smell the very sweetest scent of all’, and we went into the main lodging, to the gaping window sockets of its eastern face, and there drank with open mouths of the effortless, empty, eddyless wind of the desert, throbbing past...’This,’ they told me, ‘is the best: it has no taste.’
(pp. 39-40)
Wilfred Thesiger, Arabian Sands (1959): A cloud gathers, the rain falls, men live; the cloud disperses without rain, and men and animals
die. In the deserts of southern Arabia there is no rhythm of the seasons, no rise and fall of sap, but empty wastes where only the changing temperature marks the passage of the year. It is a bitter, desiccated land which knows nothing of gentleness or ease. Yet men have lived there since earliest times. Passing generations have left fire-blackened stones at camping sites, a few faint tracks polished on the gravel plains. Elsewhere the winds wipe out their footprints. Men live there because it is the world into which they were born; the life they lead is the life their forefathers led before them; they accept hardships and privations; they know no other way.
(Prologue)
Imru’ al-Qays, poet, (d. 6th cen. CE):
Halt, friends, both! Let us weep, recalling a love and a lodgingby the rim of the twisted sands between Ed-Dakhool and Haumal....Friends, do you see yonder lightning? Look, there goes its glitterflashing like two hands now in the heaped-up, crowned stormcloud.Brilliantly it shines – so flames the lamp of an anchorite as he slops oil over the twisted wick.So with my companions I sat watching it between Dárijand El-Odheib, far-ranging my anxious gaze;over Katan, so we guessed, hover the right of its deluge,its left dropping upon Es-Sitár and further Yadhbul.Then the cloud started loosing its torrent about Kutaifaturning upon their beards the boles of the tall kanahbals;over the hills of El-Kanán swept its flying spraysending the white wild goats hurtling down on all sides.
(the Mu’allaqa)
