Clouds Hill is the tiny cottage in Dorset to which T.E. Lawrence escaped to after his adventures in Arabia to revise his manuscript for Seven Pillars of Wisdom. When we visited last summer, I felt no sense of this austere little house being a home, despite the pretty blue door, the sun-washed walls and the gentle coo of wood-pigeons in the surrounding wood. Over the door are the Greek words Ou Phrontis which mean “Don’t care”. I left Clouds Hill wondering what was really meant by that meticulously chiselled phrase. Lawrence never really lived anywhere. His was a restless soul, which seemed to demand a contradictory desire to lock itself away. The cottage is essentially a man’s den, owned by a man who in a way never grew beyond his solitary childhood, although he saw and experienced much more than most men ever do.
Even his dedication in Seven Pillars of Wisdom remains a mystery. Who, or what, is “S.A”?
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
When we came.
Death seemed my servant on the road, till we were near
Love, the way-weary, groped to your body, our brief wage
Men prayed me that I set our work, the inviolate house,
The little things creep out to patch themselves hovels
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Love the blue door. I love painted blue doors and windows so much I gave mine(door)the same treatment!
A wonderful fasinating peek into T.E. Lawrence, thank you Tessa for sharing!!
It look so lovely, with a kind of Grecian invitation to it, sad then that it holds no sense of being a home of any sort. I wonder how it feels about being the way it is?
Isn't it interesting, how people can see the world yet never grow beyond, travelling, yet staying in a state of stasis.
That poem is so tragic, so filed with unfulfilled longing.
My grandmother, who was a teacher and introduced me to T.E. Lawrence and cc cummings always said he was a recluse who, though he longed for solitude, could find no empty space to squat...I guess she was right.
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Award, "Luz en el Alma" (Light in the Soul".
Hi ~ I do care. And I do love blue doors, sun-washed walls...your writing has a gentle rhythm to it which makes it easy to follow. Interesting facts about T.E.Lawrence - thanks for sharing.
Very thought provoking Tessa!
Oh! oh! oh! (clutch hands to chest) beautiful post!
I lived in Olive Schreiners house for a month. I'm sure I caught her dreams.
I do love white washed walls and blue doors and I am sorry they weren't able to contain and soothe his restless spirit.
The poem is wonderful and sad and universally attractive for we all have known this kind of loss. We bond to death as easily as we bond to life.
Thank you for this thought provoking post. You are full of surprises.
You do know how to make a girl think...but the picture does invoke curiosity n'est ce pas? French;)
Gorgeous picture and a post to match. Quite taken with the boot scraper!
loving the door and words :)
That's a gorgeous shadow shot! Great post!
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Is there anything more evocative than a blue door...
Perhaps only your provocative words to go with it...
Sometimes no matter how we paint the exterior... the internal landscape remains totally different...
A lesson for us all...
Much love dear friend,
He sounds so sad and lonely. I hope his soul has found peace.
Tessa, when you are an aquarius, you must have your birthday soon?
What a stunning photograph and the colour of the door really draws me in - wanting to know more.
Thanks for sharing.
P.S. I took the quizz and I am Marianne Dashwood too - hello sister!
It just goes to show that what is on the "outside" doesn't necessarily reflect what's on the "inside".
His cottage has a solemn and simple beauty...one can only wonder what the "inside" was all about.
As usual, Tessa, I love this post.
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