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the-divine-is-everywhere-even-in-grain-sand-there-i-represented-it-in-reeds-caspar-david-friedrich
when-out-river-there-came-up-seven-cows-sleek-fat-they-grazed-among-reeds-genesis-412
when-out-river-there-came-up-seven-cows-fat-sleek-they-grazed-among-reeds-genesis-4118
under-lotus-plants-he-lies-hidden-among-reeds-in-marsh-job-4021
smoke-pours-from-his-nostrils-as-from-boiling-pot-over-fire-reeds-job-4120
can-papyrus-grow-tall-where-there-is-no-marsh-can-reeds-thrive-without-water-job-811
he-measured-the-south-side-five-hundred-reeds-with-the-measuring-reed
he-turned-about-to-the-west-side-and-measured-five-hundred-reeds-with-the-measuring-reed
he-measured-the-north-side-five-hundred-reeds-with-the-measuring-reed-round-about
and-that-the-passages-are-stopped-and-the-reeds-they-have-burned-with-fire-and-the-men-of-war-are-affrighted
the-canals-will-stink-streams-egypt-will-dwindle-dry-up-the-reeds-rushes-will-wither-isaiah-196
and-they-shall-turn-the-rivers-far-away-and-the-brooks-of-defence-shall-be-emptied-and-dried-up-the-reeds-and-flags-shall-wither
images-provide-knowledge-that-we-can-interiorize-rather-than-apply-can-take-to-that-place-in-ourselves-where-there-is-water-where-reeds-grasses-christine-downing
let-guilty-men-remember-their-black-deedsdo-lean-on-crutches-made-slender-reeds-john-webster
but-when-she-could-hide-him-no-longer-she-got-papyrus-basket-for-him-coated-it-with-tar-pitch-then-she-placed-child-in-it-put-it-among-reeds-exodus-23
then-pharaohs-daughter-went-down-to-nile-to-bathe-her-attendants-were-walking-along-river-bank-she-saw-basket-among-reeds-sent-her-slave-girl-to-exodus-25
out-my-shoes-i-stepped-clear-trees-out-on-dunes-among-towering-reeds-out-in-blue-we-both-bowed-in-breeze-all-music-now-all-now-foreign-to-me-phosphorescent
the-friendship-we-share-grows-amidst-craggy-rock-pond-reeds-water-spray-fireflies-scented-with-bonfires
the-friendship-we-share-grows-amidst-the-craggy-rock-pond-reeds-of-water-spray-fireflies-scented-with-bonfires
the-oboes-horn-made-wood-id-play-you-tune-if-i-could-but-reeds-are-pain-and-fingerings-insane-its-ill-wind-that-no-one-blows-good-ogden-nash
for-first-time-in-four-billion-years-living-creature-had-contemplated-himself-heard-with-sudden-unaccountable-loneliness-whisper-wind-in-night-reeds-loren-eiseley
the-burning-sand-will-become-pool-thirsty-ground-bubbling-springs-in-haunts-where-jackals-once-lay-grass-reeds-papyrus-will-grow-isaiah-357
sluggish-sedentary-peoples-such-as-ancient-egyptians-with-their-concept-afterlife-journey-through-field-reeds-project-on-to-next-world-journeys-they-failed-to-make-in-this-one-br
rebuke-beast-among-reeds-herd-bulls-among-calves-nations-humbled-may-it-bring-bars-silver-scatter-nations-who-delight-in-war-psalm-6830
float-beyond-world-trees-out-into-whispering-breeze-past-rushes-past-weeds-past-marshs-waving-reeds-jrr-tolkien
the-paper-reeds-by-the-brooks-by-the-mouth-of-the-brooks-and-every-thing-sown-by-the-brooks-shall-wither-be-driven-away-and-be-no-more
he-measured-the-east-side-with-the-measuring-reed-five-hundred-reeds-with-the-measuring-reed-round-about
Put it on record -I am an Arab And the number of my card is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth is due after summer. What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. -I am an Arab Working with comrades of toil in a quarry. I have eight childern For them I wrest the loaf of bread, The clothes and exercise books From the rocks And beg for no alms at your doors, -Lower not myself at your doorstep. -What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. -I am an Arab. I am a name without a tide, Patient in a country where everything Lives in a whirlpool of anger. -My roots -Took hold before the birth of time -Before the burgeoning of the ages, -Before cypess and olive trees, -Before the proliferation of weeds. My father is from the family of the plough -Not from highborn nobles. And my grandfather was a peasant -Without line or genealogy. My house is a watchman's hut -Made of sticks and reeds. Does my status satisfy you? -I am a name without a surname. Put it on Record. -I am an Arab. Color of hair: jet black. Color of eyes: brown. My distinguishing features: -On my head the 'iqal cords over a keffiyeh -Scratching him who touches it. My address: -I'm from a village, remote, forgotten, -Its streets without name -And all its men in the fields and quarry. -What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. -I am an Arab. You stole my forefathers' vineyards -And land I used to till, -I and all my childern, -And you left us and all my grandchildren -Nothing but these rocks. -Will your government be taking them too -As is being said? So! -Put it on record at the top of page one: -I don't hate people, -I trespass on no one's property. And yet, if I were to become starved -I shall eat the flesh of my usurper. -Beware, beware of my starvation. -And of my anger!

Mahmoud Darwish
put-it-on-record-i-am-arab-and-number-my-card-is-fifty-thousand-i-have-eight-children-and-ninth-is-due-after-summer-whats-there-to-be-angry-about-put-it-on-record-i-am-arab-worki
THE LILIES This morning it was, on the pavement, When that smell hit me again And set the houses reeling. People passed like rain: (The way rain moves and advances over the hills) And it was hot, hot and dank, The smell like animals, strong, but sweet too. What was it? Something I had forgotten. I tried to remember, standing there, Sniffing the air on the pavement. Somehow I thought of flowers. Flowers! That bad smell! I looked: down lanes, past houses- There, behind a hoarding, A rubbish-heap, soft and wet and rotten. Then I remembered: After the rain, on the farm, The vlei that was dry and paler than a stone Suddenly turned wet and green and warm. The green was a clash of music. Dry Africa became a swamp And swamp-birds with long beaks Went humming and flashing over the reeds And cicadas shrilling like a train. I took off my clothes and waded into the water. Under my feet first grass, then mud, Then all squelch and water to my waist. A faint iridescence of decay, The heat swimming over the creeks Where the lilies grew that I wanted: Great lilies, white, with pink streaks That stood to their necks in the water. Armfuls I gathered, working there all day. With the green scum closing round my waist, The little frogs about my legs, And jelly-trails of frog-spawn round the stems. Once I saw a snake, drowsing on a stone, Letting his coils trail into the water. I expect he was glad of rain too After nine moinths of being dry as bark. I don't know why I picked those lilies, Piling them on the grass in heaps, For after an hour they blackened, stank. When I left at dark, Red and sore and stupid from the heat, Happy as if I'd built a town, All over the grass were rank Soft, decaying heaps of lilies And the flies over them like black flies on meat...

Doris Lessing
the-lilies-this-morning-it-was-on-pavement-when-that-smell-hit-me-again-and-set-houses-reeling-people-passed-like-rain-the-way-rain-moves-advances-over-hills-and-it-was-hot-hot-d
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