Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Quiquern - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow--
They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
They sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls to
the white.
The People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's
crew;
Their women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn and few.
But the People of the Elder Ice, beyond the white man's ken--
Their spears are made of the narwhal-horn, and they are the last
of the Men!


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  • Rookie Maureen Bourns (3/6/2012 5:32:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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