Rudyard Kipling Poems
|402.||What The People Said||12/31/2002|
|404.||Beast And Man In India||1/3/2003|
|406.||In The Neolithic Age||12/31/2002|
|407.||Mowgli's Song Against People||1/3/2003|
|409.||Letting In The Jungle||1/3/2003|
|410.||Toomai Of The Elephants||1/3/2003|
|414.||Cain And Abel||1/3/2003|
|417.||A Song Of Kabir||1/1/2004|
|420.||An Astrologer's Song||12/31/2002|
|424.||Outsong In The Jungle||1/3/2003|
|426.||Buddha At Kamakura||12/31/2002|
|427.||By Word Of Mouth||1/3/2003|
|429.||The Children's Song||1/3/2003|
|431.||Before A Midnight Breaks In Storm||1/3/2003|
|434.||A Ripple Song||1/3/2003|
|435.||How It All Began||1/3/2003|
|438.||Hymn Before Action||12/31/2002|
|439.||The Secret Of The Machines||1/3/2003|
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 ...
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.