Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Rudyard Kipling Poems

401. Toomai Of The Elephants 1/3/2003
402. Dinah In Heaven 1/3/2003
403. La Nuit Blanche 1/3/2003
404. Eddi's Service 1/3/2003
405. Cain And Abel 1/3/2003
406. Poseidon's Law 1/3/2003
407. A Song Of Kabir 1/1/2004
408. Cuckoo Song 1/3/2003
409. An Astrologer's Song 12/31/2002
410. M'Andrew's Hymn 1/1/2004
411. My Rival 1/3/2003
412. Tomlinson 12/31/2002
413. Brown Bess 1/3/2003
414. Ford O' Kabul River 12/31/2002
415. Delilah 1/3/2003
416. By Word Of Mouth 1/3/2003
417. Dane-Geld 1/3/2003
418. Jubal And Tubal Cain 1/3/2003
419. Before A Midnight Breaks In Storm 1/3/2003
420. Wilful Missing 12/31/2002
421. A Ripple Song 1/3/2003
422. Tiger--Tiger! 1/3/2003
423. Mary's Son 1/3/2003
424. How The Leopard Got His Spots 1/3/2003
425. Bobs 1/3/2003
426. Hymn Before Action 12/31/2002
427. Pink Dominoes 1/3/2003
428. Lady Geraldine's Hardship 1/3/2003
429. Prelude 1/3/2003
430. Neighbours 1/3/2003
431. Letting In The Jungle 1/3/2003
432. The Secret Of The Machines 1/3/2003
433. How Fear Came 1/3/2003
434. A Nativity 1/3/2003
435. Farewell And Adieu.... 1/1/2004
436. Gypsy Vans 1/3/2003
437. Hymn To Physical Pain 1/3/2003
438. Recessional (A Victorian Ode) 1/13/2003
439. Kaa’s Hunting 3/29/2010
440. The Undertaker's Horse.. 1/1/2004

Comments about Rudyard Kipling

  • Walter Crawford Walter Crawford (4/28/2015 7:09:00 PM)

    In my opinion Kipling was a man who had The Common Touch and a wonderful insight to the feelings that make us human.

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  • S B (5/5/2014 5:46:00 PM)

    very unique. A ballad of burials is a well written poem of his

  • Geoffrey Taylor (8/27/2013 3:23:00 PM)

    If American schools still taught reading and writing, Kipling would be a good start for the kiddies. But I'll never forget the look on my college writing prof's face when I named my lifetime favorite poet (then; over half a lifetime ago.) He had to massage his stiff upper lip so that the spectacular sneer wouldn't cramp up and set in place.

    But I learned so much from Rudyard Kipling. He was a product of his time, but he kept his inner child alive, thanks to the early abuse of strangers in loco parentis. Some of his work, especially after the deaths of his children, are rending. Life did not treat him as kindly as he treated it, or others.

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  • Edgar Eslit Edgar Eslit (8/17/2007 1:53:00 AM)

    Kipling is indeed unique and novel in terms of poetic style. He's one of a kind. You need to have an open mind to understand his views and concept of the world. I admit, I also learn from his style.

  • Luke Benuska (11/13/2006 7:55:00 PM)

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  • 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.

  • 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.

Best Poem of Rudyard Kipling


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.

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