Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)


Poem by Rudyard Kipling

What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that ye hurry by?
Brother, I go to my lair to die!

Comments about Tiger--Tiger! by Rudyard Kipling

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/26/2019 10:04:00 PM)

    An attractive dialogue poem, with a tragic ending-the hunter's imminent death.
    This is better than Kipling's long, rambling poems.(Report)Reply

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  • Aditya (1/10/2018 9:33:00 AM)

    Lion poem(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003