The Dykes by Rudyard Kipling We have no heart for the fishing – we have no hand for the oar – All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us no more. All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny – There is no proof in […]
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poetry by Rudyard Kipling
The Gods of the Copybook Headings
Jan 18
The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We […]
The Hyaenas
Jan 9
After the burial-parties leave
And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
To take account of our dead
The Sack of the Gods
Jan 7
The Sack of the Gods by Rudyard Kipling STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! Ever […]
The Question
Jan 5
The Question by Rudyard Kipling Brethren, how shall it fare with me When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good, And the greater good I will make, Were purchased me by a multitude Who suffered […]
The Virginity
Jan 4
Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
From his first love, no matter who she be.
Dane Geld
Jan 4
Rudyard Kipling It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say: — “We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight, Unless you pay us cash to go away.” And that is called asking for Dane-geld, And the people who ask it explain […]
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