Egypt -- Antiquities; Egypt -- Description and travel
On the way to the tombs of the kings I went to the temple of Kurna, that
lonely cenotaph, with its sand-colored, massive façade, its heaps of
fallen stone, its wide and ruined doorway, its thick, almost rough,
columns recalling Medinet-Abu. There is not very much to see, but from
there one has a fine view of other temples--of the Ramesseum, looking
superb, like a grand skeleton; of Medinet-Abu, distant, very pale gold
in the morning sunlight; of little Deir-al-Medinet, the pretty child of
the Ptolemies, with the heads of the seven Hathors. And from Kurna the
Colossi are exceptionally grand and exceptionally personal, so personal
that one imagines one sees the expressions of the faces that they no
longer possess.
Even if you do not go into the tombs,--but you will go,--you must ride
to the tombs of the kings; and you must, if you care for the finesse of
impressions, ride on a blazing day and toward the hour of noon. Then the
ravine is itself, like the great act that demonstrates a temperament. It
is the narrow home of fire,
[Illustration:
From stereograph, copyright, 1904, by Underwood & Underwood, New York
PAINTED TOMB CHAMBER OF PRINCE SEN-NOFER, THEBES]
hemmed in by brilliant colors, nearly all--perhaps quite all--of which
could be found in a glowing furnace. Every shade of yellow is
there,--lemon yellow, sulphur yellow, the yellow of amber, the yellow of
orange with its tendency toward red, the yellow of gold, sand color, sun
color. Cannot all these yellows be found in a fire? And there are
reds--pink of the carnation, pink of the coral, red of the little rose
that grows in certain places of sands, red of the bright flame’s heart.
And all these colors are mingled in complete sterility. And all are
fused into a fierce brotherhood by the sun. And like a flood, they seem
flowing to the red and the yellow mountains, like a flood that is
flowing to its sea. You are taken by them toward the mountains, on and
on, till the world is closing in, and you know the way must come to an
end. And it comes to an end--in a tomb.
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