My father died many years ago, when I was still a young girl, and I have few possessions that were once his. One is The First Jungle Book, signed "Fulton Simpson" with his hand; it is very precious. By extension, all work by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) falls under my interest. And a sestina by Kipling is worthy of note:
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal by Rudyard Kipling
1896
Speakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all—
The ’appy roads that take you o’er the world.
Speakin’ in general, I ’ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get ’ence, the same as I ’ave done,
An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Arithmetic of war
In his poem, "Arithmetic on the Frontier," Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) wrote of Britain's nineteenth century military aggression in Afghanistan. His words remind us of important questions: what is the cost of a life lost in battle? are some lives cheap and some more dear?
Arithmetic on the Frontier by Rudyard Kipling
A great and glorious thing it is
To learn, for seven years or so,
The Lord knows what of that and this,
Ere reckoned fit to face the foe --
The flying bullet down the Pass,
That whistles clear: "All flesh is grass."
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arithmetic,
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dear,
poetry,
Rudyard Kipling,
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