Here is no water

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit

Here one can neither stand not lie nor sit

There is not even silence in the mountains

But dry sterile thunder without rain

There is not even solitude in the mountains

But red sullen faces sneer and snarl

From doors of mudcracked houses

                           If there were water

And no rock

If there were rock

And also water

And water

A spring

A pool among the rock

If there were the sound of water only

Not the cicada

And dry grass singing

But sound of water over a rock

Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees

Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop

But there is no water

Uit: The Waste Land (T.S. Eliot, 1922)

Foto’s: fietstraining Agadir, Marokko. Kerst 2011

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1 thought on “Here is no water

  1. “What makes the desert beautiful, is that somewhere it hides a well” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ~

    For the both of you; enjoy the extraordinarily landscape of Morocco, nature, people, training and each other and have a good and healthy 2012! Marjolein

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