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This film, Tomb Raider 2, is a big challenge. It's quite exhausting.
quote by Jan de Bont
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When I heard about the first Tomb Raider, I was very interested and I would have liked to have directed that. When I was approached for the second film, I was delighted.
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Tomb Raider [trailer 2]
Alicia Vikander, Walton Goggins, Hannah John-Kamen, Dominic West, Daniel Wu, Alexandre Willaume, Helena Holmes, Gintare Beinoraviciute
by Geneva Robertson-Dworet from Tomb Raider (2018)
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Tomb Raider
Alicia Vikander, Walton Goggins, Hannah John-Kamen, Dominic West, Daniel Wu, Alexandre Willaume, Helena Holmes, Gintare Beinoraviciute
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Just An Old Truth Teller
Lester atlas, a crude, very rich corporate raider, traps norman in the caribbean dream by offering to buy the hotel for him, and then welshing on the deal when norman can no long back out. he is
Spicable but somehow lovable rogue, who in his own mind is a magnanimous, misunderstood benefactor of humanity. what other people call corporate raiding, he explains, telling the truth in busine
Tters. why jimmy decided to give him a song with a tango rhythm and a klezmer trill I dont know, but it works.
Im just an old truth teller
Im your candid friend
Im not some daydream seller
I do not pretend
Ive a sense of survival
And screwing my rivals
Thats labeled me crossed and uncouth
But I cant help it I just tell the truth
He cant help it, he just tells the truth
Im just an old truth teller
Brutally direct
I see it eye for eye
Im rarely incorrect
Why call me a sharp trader
A corporate raider
Im a role model for todays youth
Its so simple, I just tell the truth
He cant help it, he just tells the truth
Bridge:
Why was I born to be right all the time
In deal after deal after deal
Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse
Hoping to make a meal
No good deed goes unpunished
Nothing goes as planed
My ingrate family left me
I dont understand
Wheres your wife?
In alaska
Any sons?
In nebraska
And my daughter milks cows in duluth
I cant help it, I just tell the truth
Ohh he cant help it, he just sells it
He cant help, he just tells it
I cant help, I just tell the truth
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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No Liberty can Bloom where Doomsday Few Enshroud
Drone's no-fly zone sets tone for prompt poetic
Radar tracks furtive raider rarely seen
Only sophisticated systems glean
Near view. Invader unapologetic
Eyes all below, hill, hollow, scan frenetic
Seeks secrets, civil, military, sheen
Now cloaked - gold members' privilege - can screen
One at a time all details. Energetic
Flight-path for Big Brother is planned, magnetic
Lasers home in on aerodrome, demesnes,
Yet few maintain complaints as freedom's scene
ZOne borderline must meet. Heed call prophetic!
No liberty can bloom where doomsday few
Enshroud, cloud basic facts, conceal true view.
Acrostic Sonnet Drone's No-Fly Zone 21 December 2011
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Happy
'Happy' walked the streets in his dishevelled clothes
10p in his pocket and a stud in his nose
Armed only with songs and some simple prose.
Tube station serenader, odd change raider,
With a smile to thaw the hardest hearts
'One day, ' he says, 'I'll be in the charts.'
Happy's hands are rough, he worked and slaved enough
A builder in the city, but he never trades on pity,
Just him, his guitar and a ditty.
Blowing in the wind and rising with the sun
Happy has to chuckle at every tale he's spun
And at every bet he's won
Or all those that he's lost
He'd shake his head, not count the cost.
Happy said his beloved mother
Was of Spanish descent
His father and his brother were there
But eventually just went
And left her in the poor house
With all the savings spent.
Happy is a man of philosophy
He'd lecture to any dosser, free
How the world and its wife came to be
That nobody listened didn't douse his spark
He'd take his 'Big Issues' to the park
And stand there in the sun
Until the last horse race was run.
poem by Kevin East
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I Want Ya Body (feat. Aaron Hall)
(Yukmouth talking with Aaron Hall singing in backgroud)
Oh boy, Uh, Yea, Uh
I see some fly ladies in the house tonight
Uh, Yea, Me and my nigga A. Hall in this bitch
Hey my nigga we do the video we goin' straight to Brazil my nigga
Believe it
[Verse 1]
(Yukmouth)
You can tell its the summer
Girls in the Hummer
And the new Porsche, Boss Ballers, Tycoons
Swimming pool, Hoop course, Golf course
Miami beach house, Off shore
Hardcore, Sophmore, This album I floss more
Pull up in the Bentley Azure, Just me and A. Hall
Kidnap ya broad, Make her go awol
Real nasty broad who could swallow a eightball
Make a classy broad and model say I hate y'all
Or maybe because I date y'all, shake y'all
Replace y'all with a Daytona spring break broad
Real ballers pop Cris by the case dogg
Haters drink eggnog, Recognize like Nate Dogg
Shake Shake, Move ya body like a snake ma
Every night a hundred g's in ya face ma
Please believe me, Yuk and A. Hezzy
Get it crunk fa sheezy, Slut take it easy
Yea
[Chorus]
(Aaron Hall)
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
[Verse 2]
(Yukmouth and Aaron Hall)
We drinkin' Remy Martin, Mixed with Hypnotiq
All my alcholics, Incredible Hulk it
(Yukmouth)
I live it, I walk it, Talk it
Bad bitch in the cockpit of the Aston Martin
We got this, Hot chick with a body like a hourglass
Pokin' out the Frankie B. jeans, Matchin' Prada bag
I like girls with alot a ass
Long hair, Lotta class, She like dudes with alot a cash
Tiffany braclet, Mack makeup
I got the Raider throwback to match the black Jacob
Black fitted hat to match the Black Raider
The batch of playas, Snatch ya batch (bitch), Scratch ya Gator's
And leave with ya wifey of course
She of course never seen Gucci seats in a Porsche
And she got a hubby, But to me she divorced
Let my nigga Aaron sing the chorus
Bring it back, C'mon nigga
[Chorus]
(Aaron Hall)
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
[Verse 3]
(Aaron Hall)
We drinkin' Hypnotiq, Magnums in my pocket
Me and my man Yuk layin' low, You know we gotta rock it
From the US to Rio de Janerio
Layin' on the sand smokin' on some hydro
With the baddest hotties I's ever seen
Booty look good in the stylin' jeans
I don't care what nationality
Your wish is my command baby
I gotta have ya body
Yeaaa, Your wish is my command baby
I gotta have ya body
Heyyy, Your wish is my command baby
[Chorus repeats until song ends]
song performed by by Yukmouth
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Riot Act, April 29, 1992
I'm going out and get something.
I don't know what.
I don't care.
Whatever's out there, I'm going to get it.
Look in those shop windows at boxes
and boxes of Reeboks and Nikes
to make me fly through the air
like Michael Jordan
like Magic.
While I'm up there, I see Spike Lee.
Looks like he's flying too
straight through the glass
that separates me
from the virtual reality
I watch everyday on TV.
I know the difference between
what it is and what it isn't.
Just because I can't touch it
doesn't mean it isn't real.
All I have to do is smash the screen,
reach in and take what I want.
Break out of prison.
South Central homey's newly risen
from the night of living dead,
but this time he lives,
he gets to give the zombies
a taste of their own medicine.
Open wide and let me in,
or else I'll set your world on fire,
but you pretend that you don't hear.
You haven't heard the word is coming down
like the hammer of the gun
of this black son, locked out of this big house,
while massa looks out the window and sees only smoke.
Massa doesn't see anything else,
not because he can't,
but because he won't.
He'd rather hear me talking about mo' money,
mo' honeys and gold chains
and see me carrying my favorite things
from looted stores
than admit that underneath my Raider's cap,
the aftermath is staring back
unblinking through the camera's lens,
courtesy of CNN,
my arms loaded with boxes of shoes
that I will sell at the swap meet
to make a few cents on the declining dollar.
And if I destroy myself
and my neighborhood
"ain't nobody's business, if I do,"
but the police are knocking hard
at my door
and before I can open it,
they break it down
and drag me in the yard.
They take me in to be processed and charged,
to await trial,
while Americans forget
the day the wealth finally trickled down
to the rest of us.
Genius Of Love 2002
[bizmarkie]
Owwwwwwwwww!!
Hey hey!
This is diabolical bizmarkie
And we gonna do it like this
Rhymin to the b-i-z-m-a-z-a
And give ya r-i-c-k
And Ill break ya day
Super educator in-human or destruct
Im here with the x-ecutioners
[female voice]
Im in heaven
Who you wit baby?
With my boyfriend my laughing boyfriend
Theres no beginning and there is no end
Time isnt present in that dimension
Hell take my arm
When were walking, rolling and rocking
Its one time Im glad Im not a man
Feels like Im dreaming but Im not sleeping
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?
The biz the biz the biz
Its the biz the biz the biz
Owwwww!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(check it out yall keep on)
2x
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(keep on)
Im in heaven
Who you wit baby?
With the mavin of funk-u-tation
Cleansance musicians such as bootsy collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like smokey, smokey robinson
Wavin and skankin to bob marley
Reggaes expanding with sly and robby
(oops ya mama said I)3x
(oops ya papa)
Hey!
(oops ya mama said I)3x
(oops ya papa)
(scratching)
Hey how did you know it was me
Im the original b-i-z
M the a-r-k-i with the e
Rob swift is down with me
Rhymin rock raider is down with me
My man eclipse is down with me
Sinister is down with me
So come on everybody and party!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(check it out yall keep on)
3x
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(keep on)
Check it out yall
Ya dont stop
Keep on
The way we get the old school soundin goin
And everybody say
The original man
With the master plan
...(fade)
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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Genius Of Love 2002
[bizmarkie]
Owwwwwwwwww!!
Hey hey!
This is diabolical bizmarkie
And we gonna do it like this
Rhymin to the b-i-z-m-a-z-a
And give ya r-i-c-k
And Ill break ya day
Super educator in-human or destruct
Im here with the x-ecutioners
[female voice]
Im in heaven
Who you wit baby?
With my boyfriend my laughing boyfriend
Theres no beginning and there is no end
Time isnt present in that dimension
Hell take my arm
When were walking, rolling and rocking
Its one time Im glad Im not a man
Feels like Im dreaming but Im not sleeping
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?
(scratching)
Who needs a beat when your feet just go?
The biz the biz the biz
Its the biz the biz the biz
Owwwww!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(check it out yall keep on)
2x
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(keep on)
Im in heaven
Who you wit baby?
With the mavin of funk-u-tation
Cleansance musicians such as bootsy collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like smokey, smokey robinson
Wavin and skankin to bob marley
Reggaes expanding with sly and robby
(oops ya mama said I)3x
(oops ya papa)
Hey!
(oops ya mama said I)3x
(oops ya papa)
(scratching)
Hey how did you know it was me
Im the original b-i-z
M the a-r-k-i with the e
Rob swift is down with me
Rhymin rock raider is down with me
My man eclipse is down with me
Sinister is down with me
So come on everybody and party!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex baby!
What do you consider fun?
Like some safe sex!
Whatcha gonna do when ya get a chick?
Im gonna have some sex!
What do you consider fun?
Lotta good sex!
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(check it out yall keep on)
3x
(check it out yall ya dont stop)
(keep on)
Check it out yall
Ya dont stop
Keep on
The way we get the old school soundin goin
And everybody say
The original man
With the master plan
...(fade)
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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Hawker, the Standard Bearer
The grey gull sat on a floating whale,
On a floating whale sat he,
And he told his tale of the storm and the gale,
And the ships that he saw with steam and sail,
As he flew by the Northern Sea.
"I have seen a sign that is strange and new,
That I never before did see:
A flying ship that roared as it flew,
The storm and the tempest driving through,
It carried a flag and it carried a crew,
Now what would that be?" said he.
"And the flag was a Jack with stars displayed,
A flag that is new to me;
For it does not ply in the Northern trade,
But it drove through the storm-wrack unafraid,
Now, what is that flag?" said he.
"I have seen that flag that is starred with white,"
Said a southern gull, said he,
"And saw it fly in a bloody fight,
When the raider Emden turned in flight,
And crashed on the Cocos lee."
"And who are these folk whose flag is first
Of all the flags that fly
To dare the storm and the fog accurst,
Of the great North Sea where the bergs are nursed,
And the Northern Lights ride high?"
"The Australian folk," said a lone sea-mew,
"The Australian flag," said he.
"It is strange that a folk that is far and few
Should fly their flag where there never flew
Another flag!" said he.
"I have followed their flag in the fields of France,
With its white stars flying free,
And no misfortune and no mischance
Could turn them back from their line of advance,
Or the line that they held," said he.
"Whenever there's ever rule to break,
Wherever they oughtn't to be,
With a death to dare and a risk to take,
A track to find or a way to make,
You will find them there," said he.
"They come from a land that is parched with thirst,
An inland land," said he,
"On risk and danger their breed is nursed,
And thus it happens their flag is first
To fly in the Northern Sea."
"Though Hawker perished, he overcame
The risks of the storm and the sea,
And his name shall be written in stars of flame,
On the topmost walls of the Temple of Fame,
For the rest of the world to see."
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Hymn of Futility
Lord, Thou hast given unto us a land.
In Thy beneficence Thou has ordained
That we should hold a country great and grand,
Such as no race of old has ever gained.
A favoured people, basking in Thy smile:
So dost Thou leave us to work out our fate;
But, Lord, be patient yet a little while.
The shade is pleasing and our task is great.
Lo, Thou hast said: 'This land I give to you
To be the cradle of a mighty race,
Who shall take up the White Man's task anew,
And all the nations of the world outpace.
No heritage for cowards or for slaves,
Here is a mission for the brave, the strong.
Then see ye to it, lest dishonoured graves
Bear witness that he tarried overlong.'
Lo, Thou hast said: 'When ye have toiled and tilled,
When ye have borne the heat, and wisely sown,
And every corner of the vineyard filled
With goodly growth, the land shall be your own.
Then shall your sons and your sons' sons rejoice.
Then shall the race speak with a conqueror's mouth;
And all the world shall hearken to its voice,
And heed the great White Nation of the South.'
And Thou hast said: 'This, striving, shall ye do.
Be diligent to tend and guard the soil.
If this great heritage I trust to you
Be worth the purchase of a meed of toil,
Then shall ye not, at call of game or mart,
Forgo the labour of a single day.
They spurn the gift who treasure but a part.
Guard ye the whole, lest all be cast away!
'Say, is My bounty worth the winning?' (Lord,
So hast thou spoken. Humbly have we heard.)
'No son of man is born who can afford
To pay Me tribute with an empty word.
Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet.
Win ye to strength and wisdom while ye may.
For he who fears the burden and the heat
Shall gain the wages of a squandered day!'
Lord, we have heard….Loud our Hosannas rang!
Voices of glad thanksgiving did we lift.
From out the fullness of our hearts we sang
Sweet hymns of praise for this Thy gracious gift.
Here, in one corner of the land, we found
A goodly garden, where abundant food
We won, with scanty labor, from the ground.
Here did we rest. And, Lord, we found it good!
Great cities have we builded here, 0 Lord;
And corn and kine full plenty for our need
We have; and cloth the wondrous land afford
Treasure beyond the wildest dreams of greed.
Even this tiny portion of Thy gift,
One corner of our mightly continent,
Doth please us well. A voice in prayer we lift:
'Lord, give us peace! For we are well content.'
Lord, give us peace; for Thou has sent a sign:
Smoke of a raider's ships athwart the sky!
Nay, suffer us to hold this gift of Thine!
The burden, Lord! The burden-by and by!
The sun is hot, Lord, and the way is long!
'Tis pleasant in this corner Thou has blest.
Leave us to tarry here with wine and song.
Our little corner, Lord! Guard Thou the rest!
But yesterday our fathers hither came,
Rovers and strangers on a foreign strand.
Must we, for their neglect, bear all the blame?
Nay, Master, we have come to love our land!
But see, the task Thou givest us is great;
The load is heavy and the way is long!
Hold Thou our enemy without the gate;
When we have rested then shall we be strong.
Lord, Thou hast spoken… And, with hands to ears,
We would shut out the thunder of Thy voice
That in the nightwatch wakes our sudden fears
'The day is here, and yours must be the choice.
Will ye be slaves and shun the task of men?
Will ye be weak who may be brave and strong?'
We wave our banners boastfully, and then,
Weakly we answer, 'Lord, the way is long!'
'Time tarries not, but here ye tarry yet,
The futile masters of a continent,
Guard ye the gift I gave? Do ye forget?'
And still we answer, 'Lord, we are content.
Fat have we grown upon this goodly soil,
A little while he patient, Lord, and wait.
To-morrow and to-morrow will we toil.
The shade is pleasing, Lord! Our task is great!'
But ever through the clamour of the mart,
And ever on the playground through the cheers:
'He spurns the gift who guardeth but a part'
So cloth the warning fall on heedless cars.
'Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet'
(Loudly we call the odds, we cheer the play.)
'For he who fears the burden and the heat
Shall glean the harvest of a squandered day.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Antara
How many singers before me! Are there yet songs unsung?
Dost thou, my sad soul, remember where was her dwellingplace?
Tents in Jiwá, the fair wádi, speak ye to me of her.
Fair house of 'Abla my true love, blessing and joy to thee!
Doubting I paused in the pastures, seeking her camel--tracks,
high on my swift--trotting nága tall as a citadel,
Weaving a dream of the past days, days when she dwelt in them,
'Abla, my true love, in Házzen, Sammán, Mutathéllemi.
There on the sand lay the hearth--stones, black in their emptiness,
desolate more for the loved ones fled with Om Héythami,
Fled to the land of the lions, roarers importunate.
Daily my quest of thee darkens, daughter of Mákhrami.
Truly at first sight I loved her, I who had slain her kin,
ay, by the life ofthy father, not in inconstancy.
Love, thou hast taken possession. Deem it not otherwise.
Thou in my heart art the first one, first in nobility.
How shall I win to her people? Far in Anéyzateyn
feed they their flocks in the Spring--time, we in the Gháïlem.
Yet it was thou, my beloved, willed we should sunder thus,
bridled thyself the swift striders, black night encompassing.
Fear in my heart lay a captive, seeing their camel--herds
herded as waiting a burden, close to the tents of them,
Browsing on berries of khímkhim, forty--two milch--camels,
black as the underwing feathers set in the raven's wing.
Then was it 'Abla enslaved thee showing her tenderness,
white teeth with lips for the kissing: sweet was the taste of them,
Sweet as the vials of odours sold by the musk sellers,
fragrant the white teeth she showed thee, fragrant the mouth of her.
So is a garden new planted fresh in its greenery,
watered by soft--falling raindrops, treadless, untenanted.
Lo, on it rain--clouds have lighted, soft showers, no hail in them,
leaving each furrow a lakelet bright as a silverling.
Pattering, plashing they fell there, rains at the sunsetting,
wide--spreading runlets of water, streams of fertility,
Mixed with the humming of bees' wings droning the day--light long,
never a pause in their chaunting, gay drinking--choruses.
Blithe iteration of bees' wings, wings struck in harmony,
sharply as steel on the flint--stone, light--handed smithy strokes.
Sweet, thou shalt rest till the morning all the night lightly there,
while I my red horse bestriding ride with the forayers.
Resting--place more than the saddle none have I, none than he
war--horse of might in the rib--bones: deep is the girth of him.
Say, shall a swift Shadaníeh bear me to her I love,
one under ban for the drinker, weaned of the foal of her,
One with the tail carried archwise, long though the march hath been,
one with the firm foot atrample, threading the labyrinths?
Lo, how she spurneth the sand--dunes, like to the ear--less one,
him with the feet set together: round him young ostriches
Troop like the cohorts of Yémen, herded by 'Ajemis,
she--camel cohorts of Yémen, herded by stammerers.
Watching a beacon they follow, led by the crown of him
carried aloft as a howdah, howdah where damsels sit,
Him the small--headed, returning, fur--furnished Ethiop,
black slave, to Thu--el--Ashíra: there lie his eggs in it.
Lo, how my nága hath drunken deeply in Dóhradeyn;
how hath she shrunk back in Déylam, pools of the enemy,
Shrunk from its perilous cisterns, scared by the hunting one,
great--headed shrieker of evening, clutched to the flank of her.
Still to her off--side she shrinketh, deemeth the led--cat there
Clawing the more that she turneth;--thus is her fear of them.
Lo, she hath knelt in Ridá--a, pleased there and murmuring
soft as the sweet--fluting rushes crushed by the weight of her.
Thickly as pitch from the boiling oozeth the sweat of her,
pitch from the cauldron new--lighted, fire at the sides of it,
Oozeth in drops from the ear--roots. Wrathful and bold is she,
proud in her gait as a stallion hearing the battle--cry.
Though thou thy fair face concealest still in thy veil from me,
yet am I he that hath captured horse--riders how many!
Give me the praise of my fair deeds. Lady, thou knowest it,
kindly am I and forbearing, save when wrong presseth me.
Only when evil assaileth, deal I with bitterness;
then am I cruel in vengeance, bitter as colocynth.
Sometime in wine was my solace. Good wine, I drank of it,
suaging the heat ofthe evening, paying in white money,
Quaffing in goblets of saffron, pale--streaked with ivory,
hard at my hand their companion, the flask to the left of me.
Truly thus bibbing I squandered half my inheritance;
yet was my honour a wideword. No man had wounded it.
Since that when sober my dew--fall rained no less generous:
thou too, who knowest my nature, thou too be bountiful!
How many loved of the fair ones have I not buffeted,
youths overthrown! Ha, the blood--streams shrill from the veins of them.
Swift--stroke two--handed I smote him, thrust through the ribs of him;
forth flowed the stream of his life--blood red as anemone.
Ask of the horsemen of Málek, O thou his progeny,
all they have seen of my high deeds. Then shalt thou learn of them
How that I singly among them, clad in war's panoply,
stout on my war--horse theswift one charged at their chivalry.
Lo, how he rusheth, the fierce one, singly in midst of them,
waiting anon for the archers closing in front of us.
They that were nearest in battle, they be my proof to thee
how they have quailed at my war--cry, felt my urbanity.
Many and proud are their heroes, fear--striking warriors,
men who nor flee nor surrender, yielding not easily.
Yet hath my right arm o'erborne them, thrust them aside from me,
laid in their proud backs the long spear: slender the shaft of it.
See, how it splitteth asunder mail--coat and armouring;
not the most valiant arefuge hath from the point of it.
Slain on the ground have I left him, prey to the lion's brood,
feast of the wrists and the fingers. Ha, for the sacrifice!
Heavy his mail--coat, its sutures, lo, I divided them
piercing the joints of the champion; brave was the badge of him.
Quick--handed he with the arrows, cast in the winter--time,
raider of wine--sellers' sign--boards, blamed as a prodigal.
He, when he saw me down riding, making my point at him,
showed me his white teeth in terror, nay, but not smilingly.
All the day long did we joust it. Then were his finger tips
stained as though dipped in the íthlem, dyed with the dragon's blood,
Till with a spear--thrust I pierced him, once and again with it,
last, with a blade of the Indies, fine steel its tempering,
Smote him, the hero of stature, tall as a tamarisk,
kinglike, in sandals of dun hide, noblest of all of them.
Oh, thou, my lamb, the forbidden! prize of competitors,
why did they bid me not love thee? why art thou veiled from me?
Sent I my hand--maiden spy--like: Go thou, I said to her,
bring me the news of my true love, news in veracity.
Go. And she went, and returning: These in unguardedness
sit, and thy fair lambamong them, waiting thy archery.
Then was it turned she towards me, fawn--necked in gentleness,
noble in bearing, gazelle--like, milk--white the lip of it.
Woe for the baseness of 'Amru, lord of ingratitude!
Verily thanklessness turneth souls from humanity.
Close have I kept to the war--words thy father once spoke to me,
how I should deal in the death--play, when lips part and teeth glitter,
When in the thick of the combat heroes unflinchingly
cry in men's ears their defiance, danger forgot by them.
Close have I kept them and stood forth their shield from the enemy,
calling onall with my war--cries, circling and challenging.
There where the horsemen rode strongest I rode out in front of them,
hurled forth my war--shout and charged them; no man thought blame of me.
Antar! they cried; and their lances, well--cords in slenderness,
pressed to the breast of my war--horse still as I pressed on them.
Doggedly strove we and rode we. Ha, the brave stallion!
now is his breast dyed with blood--drops, his star--front with fear of them!
Swerved he, as pierced by the spear--points. Then in his beautiful
eyes stood the tears of appealing, words inarticulate.
If he had learned our man's language, then had he called to me:
if he had known our tongue's secret, then had he cried to me.
Thus to my soul came consoling; grief passed away from it
hearing the heroes applauding, shouting: Ho, Antar, ho!
Deep through the sand--drifts the horsemen charged with teeth grimly set,
urging their war--steeds, the strong--limbed, weight bearers all of them.
Swift the delúls too I urged them, spurred by my eagerness
forward to high deeds of daring, deeds of audacity.
Only I feared lest untimely drear death should shorten me
ere on the dark sons of Démdem vengeance was filled for me.
These are the men that reviled me, struck though I struck them not,
vowed me to bloodshed and evil or ere I troubled them.
Nay, let their hatred o'erbear me! I care not. The sire of them
slain lies for wild beasts and vultures. Ha! for the sacrifice!
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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