The poem, which is in many ways one long ifferism, consists of four eight-line stanzas that read like one continuous thought. Almost overnight, the poem was hailed as a magnificent tribute to many of humankind's greatest virtues—staying composed under stress, remaining humble when victorious, never despairing when defeated, and always retaining honor and authenticity. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same.
For almost exactly a century, If has inspired millions of people, and in the past several decades it has become a staple of inspirational literature. In Wisdom of the Ages , Wayne Dyer hailed the poem, writing, "The lofty ideas in his four-stanza poem inspire me to be a better man each time I read it and share it with my children, students, and audiences. Bill Cosby found great solace in Kipling's poem after his year-old son Ennis was shot and killed in Kipling himself noted in Something of Myself that the poem had been "printed as cards to hang up in offices and bedrooms; illuminated text-wise and anthologized to weariness".
Eliot in his essays on Kipling's work describes Kipling's verse as "great verse" that sometimes unintentionally changes into poetry. George Orwell - an ambivalent admirer of Kipling's work who hated the poet's politics - compared people who only knew "If-- "and some of his more sententious poems", to Colonel Blimp.
The poem's line, "If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same" is written on the wall of the Centre Court players' entrance at the British tennis tournament, Wimbledon, and the entire poem was read in a promotional video for the Wimbledon gentleman's final by Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal.
Penny's poetry pages Wiki Explore. Recent blog posts Forum. The Conundrum of the Workshops When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?
They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart, Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: "It's striking, but is it Art? They fought and they talked in the north and the south, they talked and they fought in the west, Till the waters rose on the jabbering land, and the poor Red Clay had rest— Had rest till the dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start, And the Devil bubbled below the keel: "It's human, but is it Art?
Rudyard Kipling Tomlinson Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at 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, Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way: Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife, And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life. Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate; "There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate! The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain, But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again.
They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with never a soul to mark: They may burn or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn of the Outer Dark. The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone, And he yearned to the flare of Hell-gate there as the light of his own hearth-stone. The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew, But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him through. And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children after play, And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
Speed, lest ye come too late!
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