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The Dying Chauffeur

Rating: 3.3

Adam Lindsay Gordon


Wheel me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part--
No more for me the records and the run.
That cursed left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart
Is pinking past redemption -- I am done!

They'll never strike a mixture that'll help me pull my load.
My gears are stripped--I cannot set my brakes.

I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road
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Michael Walker 24 June 2020

Kipling makes a fitting analogy between his failing health and the car parts which are not working properly any more. ''The left-hand cylinder' and his heart stand out for me.

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Amar Agarwala 06 March 2016

An interesting angle to a Chauffeur's view on death... and his feelings when teetering at the brink of life.

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