Rudyard Kipling Poems (340 Poems)
Wilful Missing (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness ‘Ell can’t compare– It is the place where “wilful-missings” go, As we can testify, for we are there. You may ‘ave read a bullet laid us … Continue reading
What the People Said (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow – By the field where the young corn dies In the face of the sultry skies, They have heard, as the dull Earth hears The … Continue reading
When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When Earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an aeon … Continue reading
When the Great Ark (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She heard the mariners entreat– Before we take the seas again Let down your boats and send us men! “We have … Continue reading
When ‘Omer Smote ‘Is Bloomin’ Lyre (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
When ‘Omer smote ‘is bloomin’ lyre, He’d ‘eard men sing by land an’ sea; An’ what he thought ‘e might require, ‘E went an’ took — the same as me! The market-girls an’ fishermen, The shepherds an’ the sailors, too, … Continue reading
The Widower (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
For a season there must be pain– For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face, Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place. For a season this pain must … Continue reading
The Veterans (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
To-day, across our fathers’ graves, The astonished years reveal The remnant of that desperate host Which cleansed our East with steel. Hail and farewell! We greet you here, With tears that none will scorn– O Keepers of the House of … Continue reading
The Virginity (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
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, That didn’t settle somewhere near the sea? Myself, it don’t excite me nor amuse … Continue reading
The Wage-Slaves (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide– Self-exiled from our gross delights– Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings– Commands a juster view– We have their word for all these things, No doubt their words … Continue reading
The Way Through the Woods. (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
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 … Continue reading
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