IF, by Rudyard Kipling : Poem and Video


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!

VIDEO POEM  :  1.50 mins

10 thoughts to “IF, by Rudyard Kipling : Poem and Video”

  1. My favorite poet. Verses of his poems were recited to me by my mother many times when I was a little boy. I think it probably made me reckless, and daring to take too many outrageous chances. Kipling’s poems have always inspired me in a particular way! I still read them. 😶

  2. Ruddy Bard Stripling was a jingoistic imperialist who thought the British Empire had a right to rule over “palm and pine” and loot the coffers of the ruthlessly exploited Third World people it so cruelly conquered.

    Ruddy Bard’s horrible moustache simply bristles with race hate and White supremacism. Such men should not be praised, as by the racist White supremacist Gilbert Huntly. (See his flippant comment above).

    It is also typical of the deplorable Darkmoon that she should try to promote and publicise the work of colonialist exploiters like Kipling and his ilk. Shame on you, Lasha!

    1. Amanda

      In all fairness, Gilbert Huntly is not a White Supremacist. A true White Supremacist like the poster “Ed” wouldn’t welcome the Redman to be fellow nation-builders as Gilbert said in a reply to me a few years ago.

      This is an important distinction to be made, as in this case concerns building a nation the right way

  3. The poem is balderdash and tripe. Honestly, I have written better poems myself. Though most of my work remains unpublished for personal reasons.

    1. You must be a stock character setting yourself up for a punching punchline; nevertheless you are quite amusing.

      By the way, I have written the greatest poem in the universe but it remains unpublished for unfathomable reasons. It truly is the most magnificent poem ever written by a person of any colour or creed or gender (even persons who suddenly switch gender “just like that” and back again) or planet of origin. It is of Cosmic greatness and shall never be bettered. Unfortunately I cannot publish, release nor even copy n paste The Poem — it must forever remain unread by anyone, for those unfathomable reasons I never outlined.

      Oh and by the way the British Empire was another bankster project headed-up by you-know-who. Old whitey from blighty was just another cog in wheel – sure after massacring or enslaving other whites then those whites that survived were shipped off to kill other peoples of many hues. The first slaves to the Americas were white, of course. The slave trade was dominated by you-know-who; the infamous Opium Trade was controlled by the same crowd; the very sinews of imperial reflex and action were setup and owned by you know who, the East India Trading Company being one prime example.

      So please stop with your faux “anti-White” crusading because both you and I know that you are a player, an actor, a pretend poster who is setting us all up for a fulminating response. Can’t wait.

    2. AK –

      One commenter’s poet …. is another’s demon!!

      I like Kipling. Especially ‘When The Saxon Begins to Hate’.

      BTW….
      “Tripe” is an essential ingredient in menudo or pancita…. You should try some with green tea. Great combo for hangovers! 🙂

  4. Jews are not nice people. We have personal experience of Israelis in India, especially in Goa. They create constant problems for us Indians. They live in communities, or ghettos, from which they attempt to exclude the native population. The men are bearded and unkempt, the women whorish and wild-eyed and with matted hair. They peddle sex and drugs. They get an allowance from their parents in Israel to live a life of idle leisure in India.

    Many are recuperating from their enforced service in the IDF. Having spent a lot of their time shooting Palestinians, breaking their bones and blinding them, they come to our Indian shores to find “spiritual enlightenment” by seeking out sex gurus and mind-altering drugs that leave them looking like depraved zombies.

    Wow, and these are the people who are now giving the orders everywhere and achieving world domination. Unbelievable.

    1. Flopot,

      Think again! You speak rashly by seeking to disparage my poetry by resorting to sarcasm, the lowest form of wit. I challenge to you to post a few lines of your so-called “cosmic” verse. I wager it is sheer tommyrot.

      To write works of genius nowadays one needs to live a life of austerity and suffering in the Himalayas, among the mahatmas and Vedic sages like Babaji. The West is too corrupt to produce another Shakespeare or Dante. You Occidentals are infected with Jew values — Cultural Marxism, Zionism, Satanism — and are suffering from the Sickness Unto Death mentioned by Kierkegaard.

      More respect please for your spiritual and intellectual superiors who now live mostly in the Far East.

      1. Do you not understand the meaning of unfathomable?!? Do you not think that I would release this sublime work if I could? Get serious and starting thinking white: only then you will be inspired to write exquisite poetry. Unfortunately you will never be able to match the grandeur of the greatest poem ever written, not least because you will never be able to read it. It would blind you.

      2. Poor AK probably squats in he street to take a shit – like many in his/her tribe. Not much poetic inspiration there!! 😶

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