Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

361. The Mother's Son 1/3/2003
362. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
363. Gods Of The East 1/3/2003
364. A Recantation 1/3/2003
365. En-Dor 1/3/2003
366. How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin 1/3/2003
367. A Rector's Memory 1/3/2003
368. Buddha At Kamakura 12/31/2002
369. Many Inventions 1/3/2003
370. The White Seal 1/3/2003
371. Gipsy Vans 1/1/2004
372. The Broken Men 12/31/2002
373. Road Song Of The Bandar-Log 1/3/2003
374. The Winners 12/31/2002
375. Mcandrew's Hymn 12/31/2002
376. The Veterans 12/31/2002
377. Ford O' Kabul River 12/31/2002
378. Half-Ballad Of Waterval 1/3/2003
379. Romulus And Remus 1/3/2003
380. Norman And Saxon 1/3/2003
381. An Old Song 1/3/2003
382. Beast And Man In India 1/3/2003
383. The Widow At Windsor 12/31/2002
384. Gehazi 1/3/2003
385. Banquet Night 12/31/2002
386. Prophets At Home 1/3/2003
387. Bridge-Guard In The Karroo 1/3/2003
388. Toomai Of The Elephants 1/3/2003
389. His Apologies 3/24/2010
390. What Happened 12/31/2002
391. How It All Began 1/3/2003
392. Mary's Son 1/3/2003
393. Kaa’s Hunting 3/29/2010
394. Brown Bess 1/3/2003
395. England's Answer 12/31/2002
396. Hadramauti 1/3/2003
397. Chant-Pagan 1/3/2003
398. Parade-Song Of The Camp-Animals 1/3/2003
399. Prelude 1/3/2003
400. My Rival 1/3/2003

Comments about Rudyard Kipling

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/19/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    I did not like Mr Kipling's protryal of india in some of his poems.

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  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/19/2006 9:44:00 AM)

    Mr Kipling might have born in India, but i did not in some of his poetry like the potryal of India.

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Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the ...

Read the full of If

The First Chantey

Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.

Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.