Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

To Motorists - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Since ye distemper and defile
Sweet Here by the measured mile,
Nor aught on jocund highways heed
Except the evidence of speed;
And bear about your dreadful task
Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask;
Great goblin eyes and glue hands
And souls enslaved to gears and bands;
Here shall no graver curse be said
Than, though y'are quick, that ye are dead!


Comments about To Motorists by Rudyard Kipling

  • Ruth Hare (10/26/2015 7:22:00 AM)

    I wonder what he'd make of todays highways?
    Last line proves this man had a mean streak. (Report) Reply

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  • Ruth Hare (10/26/2015 7:20:00 AM)

    I wonder what he'd make of todays highways?
    Last line proves this man had a hell of a meanstreak. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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