Hello dear friends.
I’ve now entered Day 11 of my found poetry marathon this month (yay me, still going strong!)
This has been a wonderful month so far, in terms of delicious inspiration and I’m very grateful for the wealth of material that I have to work with, along with celebrating some of the greatest poems and poets ever written.
Tonight, I’m spending some time with Rudyard Kipling, who you may remember wrote classic like “The Jungle Book” and also does bake some exceedingly good cakes. (Oops, the last part is the wrong Mr Kipling, I think my cake obsessed brain just popped that in there).
Regarding Rudyard Kipling, I picked his most famous poem “If” as my source poem.
I have also included the lyrics to his poem below for convenience.
“If” by 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 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 worn-out 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 breathe 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!
And now, here is my poem based on the marvellous words of Rudyard Kipling, hope you all enjoy it! 🙂
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“Triumph And The Truth Make The Things You Gave Your Life To” by David Ellis
Keep your trust
Make allowance for waiting about
Deal in being good
Dream, make dreams your aim
Triumph and the truth make the things you gave your life to
Risk your beginnings
Loss can force your heart
To hold on when there is nothing to hold on
Keep your virtue common
Loving friends count much, can fill the minute
With worth of the Earth and everything that’s in it
Still want more? Then check out other Day 11 posts from fellow NanoPoblano participants below!