Thursday, February 16, 2006


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 wornout 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!


Cheryl said...

I LOVE that poem!

Used to have it on the wall.
Am being a bit thick today - is Keats?

She Weevil said...

sorry - should have cited it - it's Kiplin. I normally find him jingoistic but it just seemed to work with the post below.

Rain said...

yes, I thought I knew, but couldn't recall. I enjoyed reading it, but phew! what a tall order.
Hi she weevil!

Ally said...

I really enjoy Kipling - I know he's very jingoistic; however, I suppose he was a man of his time. He was my introduction to poetry - my grandmother was a great fan and I found a 'collected works' on her shelf. I loved the rhythm of some of his pieces and it got me hooked on words.

I am The Lady Who Comments On She Weevil's Blog this morning. Off to do some work now! x