Waterhouse Shalott Reeds

Listen to this reed as it is grieving;
it is telling the story of separations.

‘Since I was severed from the bed of reeds,
in my cry men and women have lamented.

I need the breast that’s torn to shreds by parting
to give expression to the pain of heartache.

Whoever finds himself left far from home
looks forward to the day of his reunion.

 A beautiful extract from Rumi’s poetry. A detailed discussion can be heard here:


Byam Shaw Boer War Reeds