Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet Page #5

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"And when the earth shall claim your

limbs Then shall you truly dance"

Almitra?

YSS.

I'd like you to do

something for me.

Sure.

Remember all those

paintings in my house?

And all those

papers I had written on?

You know, the ones the

Sergeant wouldn't let me take?

I want you to have them.

IVle?

Yes.

I want you to go gather them

before anyone else gets them.

To make sure they're

not destroyed. Okay?

IVlmm-hmm.

Good. Then later you can

share them with people.

Remember when you

and I flew on the wind?

My words are my wings.

And you are my messenger.

So, go on. Go!

I'll keep them

safe, Mustafa.

Wait.

You're gonna crush me.

Are you all right, Mama?

Oh, yes, I'm very all right.

The guards.

Go, go, quick!

I'll handle them.

Hey there, boys,

anybody want to see some

of my French postcards?

I offer you one last chance

to renounce your teachings.

I have only

spoken to the people

of things they already

knew in their hearts.

This would change nothing.

Refuse to sign this, and there

will be nothing left of you.

Not even your work.

We'll burn it all.

Every last word and image.

The people will remember

them long after I'm gone.

To the poet's house.

Look, Mama,

I found another one!

Good, good.

Huh!

LAuGHs)

Mustafa!

- Mustafa!

- Mustafa!

We'll

miss you, brother!

Farewell, people

of Orphalese!

"Patient is the captain

of my ship

"And restless are the sails

"The mariners have heard the song

of the sea And will wait no longer"

I am ready.

"Do not forget that I

will come back to you

"A little while, and my

longing shall gather

"Dust and foam

for another body

"A little While

"A moment of

rest upon the wind

"And another

woman shall bear me

"Farewell to you And the

youth I have spent with you

"it was just yesterday

we met in a dream

"But now sleep has fled Our

dream is over and we must part

"If in the twilight of memory

We should meet once more

"We will speak together again And

you shall sing me a deeper song"

Phew!

LAuGHs)

Look!

There he is, Mama!

What? Who, Almitra?

Where?

Mustafa! There!

I'm sorry, my little one, but he's...

No, look! On the ship!

See?

I do, Almitra.

I do.

"When you part from your

friend You grieve not

"For that which you love most in

him May be clearer in his absence

"And let there be no

purpose in friendship

"Save the deepening

of the spirit"

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