Treasure Island

Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Natural Theology


Primitive

I ate my fill of a whale that died
And stranded after a month at sea. . . .
There is a pain in my inside.
Why have the Gods afflicted me?
Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
What is the sense of Religion and Faith:
Look how the Gods have afflicted me!


Pagan

How can the skin of rat or mouse hold
Anything more than a harmless flea?. . .
The burning plague has taken my household.
Why have my Gods afflicted me?
All my kith and kin are deceased,
Though they were as good as good could be,
I will out and batter the family priest,
Because my Gods have afflicted me!


Medieval

My privy and well drain into each other
After the custom of Christendie. . . .
Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
The Saints are helpless for all I offer--
So are the clergy I used to fee.
Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,
Because the Lord has afflicted me.


Material

I run eight hundred hens to the acre
They die by dozens mysteriously. . . .
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker,
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
What a return for all my endeavour--
Not to mention the L. S. D!
I am an atheist now and for ever,
Because this God has afflicted me!


Progressive

Money spent on an Army or Fleet
Is homicidal lunacy. . . .
My son has been killed in the Mons retreat,
Why is the Lord afflicting me?
Why are murder, pillage and arson
And rape allowed by the Deity?
I will write to the Times, deriding our parson
Because my God has afflicted me.


Chorus

We had a kettle: we let it leak:
Our not repairing it made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week. . .
The bottom is out of the Universe!


Conclusion

This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,
For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
But what comes after is measure for measure,
And not a God that afflicteth thee.
As was the sowing so the reaping
Is now and evermore shall be.
Thou art delivered to thine own keeping.
Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: rape, murder, money, family, sick, faith, son, god, mother, pain, sea, running

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Natural Theology by Rudyard Kipling )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

New Poems

  1. Corridors Of Mindless Sacrifice, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. Beneath A Broad Smile, John Dadzie
  3. The prodigal brother, Mark Heathcote
  4. Happy birthday late Mum, Adewale Ajakanri
  5. Dark Room, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Then you go inside yourself., RIC S. BASTASA
  7. There's No Escaping Family, A.J. Kent
  8. the mother sparrow, RIC S. BASTASA
  9. fed up of hiding the sadness and anger, xenalee haynes
  10. The Milennium Park, Tony Adah

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  5. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  6. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. "Hope" is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson
  9. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]