I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides of Men into My Hands….. A Dreamer who Risked and Lost but Where is His Equal now?

T. E. Lawrence, 1888-1935, Anglo-Irish; in the Seven Pillars of Wisdom, published 1922.

 

His own government with other ‘Great Powers’ of the day threw out promises he had made to his Arab allies and carved up the Middle East, former Ottoman lands, to their own benefit.

 

After an effort on his part of astonishing daring, strategy, tactics, acculturation, imagination, risk and love.

 

After 20 years in the army, in 1935, T. E. Lawrence went to live, a recluse, in his cottage of 700 square feet in Dorset, England.

A man whose paeans to life in the desert are superb, lived in a tiny house in Dorset.

 

He was living there when he died, two months later, in a fatal motorcycle crash in 1935. 

 

 

Winston Churchill’s eulogy of T. E. Lawrence:

“I deem him one of the greatest beings alive in our time. I do not see his like elsewhere. I fear whatever our need we shall never see his like again.”

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Krak des Chevaliers, built between 1140 and 1170.  One of the Crusader castles in Syria which T.E. Lawrence studied on a 1000 mile tour alone in 1909 while at Jesus College, Oxford.

 Severely damaged in the current war in Syria

 

 

 

Written for one of his companions in the Arab Campaign whom he loved and who died.

 

 

 

 

To S.A.

 

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.

3 thoughts on “I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides of Men into My Hands….. A Dreamer who Risked and Lost but Where is His Equal now?

  1. David, we seem to be within hours of Boris Johnson’s election to be the. next British Tory prime minister.

    He has the same education as TE Lawrence. But y’day, he was excoriated on the floor of the House for his racism and for calling the Scots “verminous”.

    You look around from one end of the world to another. On this, Churchill was right… Sarah

  2. Boris is the very model of an ego
    driven Sassanach imbecile 🤔
    Perhaps if gives back Berwick-upon-Tweed
    to Scotland, from whence it was stolen,
    the Scots may one day forgive him 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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