Poem of the Day » kipling http://www.shortpoems.org/poem Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:19:38 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.5.2 Mother o’ Mine http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/mother-o-mine/ http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/mother-o-mine/#comments Sun, 14 Sep 2008 17:52:40 +0000 tejvan http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/?p=232 If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

By: Rudyard Kipling

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The Way Through the Woods http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/the-way-through-the-woods/ http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/the-way-through-the-woods/#comments Thu, 10 Jul 2008 20:12:59 +0000 tejvan http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/?p=170 They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods….
But there is no road through the woods.

- Rudyard Kipling

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If – Rudyard Kipling http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/if-rudyard-kipling/ http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/if-rudyard-kipling/#comments Sat, 15 Mar 2008 16:31:17 +0000 tejvan http://www.shortpoems.org/poem/2008/03/15/if-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 imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

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