Rudyard Kipling Poems

  • 51.  
    'Have you news of my boy Jack? '
    Not this tide.'When d'you think that he'll come back? '
  • 52.  
    One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
    Will stick more close than a brother.And it's worth while seeking him half your days
  • 53.  
    These are our regulations --
    There's just one law for the ScoutAnd the first and the last, and the present and the past,
  • 54.  

  • 55.  
    Take of English earth as much
    As either hand may rightly clutch.In the taking of it breathe
  • 56.  
    As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the ~Crocodile~,
    I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style.'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates,
  • 57.  
    I have done mostly what most men do,
    And pushed it out of my mind;But I can't forget, if I wanted to,
  • 58.  
    They burnt a corpse upon the sand--
    The light shone out afar;It guided home the plunging dhows
  • 59.  
    Take up the White man's burden --
    Send forth the best ye breed --Go bind your sons to exile
  • 60.  
    There is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
  • 61.  
    Eyes aloft, over dangerous places,
    The children follow the butterflies,And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
  • 62.  
    Cities and Thrones and Powers,
    Stand in Time's eye,Almost as long as flowers,
  • 63.  
    As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.
  • 64.  
    Rome never looks where she treads.
    Always her heavy hooves fallOn our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
  • 65.  
    The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
    Which well you may see at the Zoo;But uglier yet is the hump we get
  • 66.  
    Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
    Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
  • 67.  

  • 68.  
    When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
    Because of the seas outsideWhen the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
  • 69.  

  • 70.  
    Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
    And black are the waters that sparkled so green.The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us
  • 71.  
    June 22, 1897

  • 72.  
    We are very slightly changed
    From the semi-apes who rangedIndia's Prehistoric clay;
  • 73.  
    He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse;
    He purchased raiment and forbore to pay';He stuck a trusting junior with a horse,
  • 74.  
    I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
    Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
  • 75.  
    There was a Priest at Philae,
    Tongue-tied, feeble, and old;And the daily prayer to the Virgin
  • 76.  
    "Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
    Why don't you march with my true love?""We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
  • 77.  

  • 78.  
    I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
    The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
  • 79.  
    At the hole where he went in
    Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
  • 80.  
    The Doorkeepers of Zion,
    They do not always standIn helmet and whole armour,
  • 81.  
    To all to whom this little book may come--
    Health for yourselves and those you hold most dear!Content abroad, and happiness at home,
  • 82.  
    Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
    Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
  • 83.  
    And they were stronger hands than mine
    That digged the Ruby from the earth-More cunning brains that made it worth
  • 84.  
    I could not dig; I dared not rob:
    Therefore I lied to please the mob.Now all my lies are proved untrue
  • 85.  

  • 86.  
    Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
    Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
  • 87.  
    This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps
    Which is first among the women an' amazin' first in war;An' what the bloomin' battle was I don't remember now,
  • 88.  
    Our Lord Who did the Ox command
    To kneel to Judah's King,He binds His frost upon the land
  • 89.  
    The American Spirit speaks:

  • 90.  
    Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
    From his first love, no matter who she be.Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
  • 91.  
    Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow --
    As the women in the village grind the corn,And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
  • 92.  
    For all we have and are,
    For all our children's fate, Stand up and meet the war.
  • 93.  
    When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
    He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require,
  • 94.  
    The eldest son bestrides him,
    And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the Course;
  • 95.  
    Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
    Who, when Thy reign begins,Wipest away the Soul's distress,
  • 96.  
    Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,
    And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair --A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
  • 97.  
    (A.D. 1800)

  • 98.  

  • 99.  
    October, 1918

  • 100.  
    There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
    And the ricks stand gray to the sun,Singing: -- "Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover,
Total 550 poems written by Rudyard Kipling

Poem of the day

 by Sara Teasdale

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you;
The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
To-night for us.

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