Living Beyond Limits
If Only I were Made Doorkeeper
The mansion of my sister,
With door in the center of her house,
Its door-leaves are open,
The bolt is sprung,
My sister is angry!
If only I were made doorkeeper!
Then I would make her rage at me,
Then I would hear her angry voice,
And be a child in fear of her!
Poem 7, from IIa
The First Collection, Papyrus Harris 500
How well she knows to cast the noose,
And yet not pay the cattle tax!
She casts the noose on me with her hair,
She captures me with her eye;
She curbs me with her necklace,
She brands me with her seal ring.
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