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Posted by: Dissie (64.24.34.---)
Date: September 15, 2002 10:11PM

 I need the names of Rudyard Kipling's parents. His first poem ever written, what encouraged him to write it, how he felt about it, how the public felt about it, and if it was ever published. His best poem ever written and what the critics said about it. Thankyou for any hope you might be able to give me. This is very important, I need all this information befor the 20th!

Re: Kipling
Posted by: Chesil (12.224.137.---)
Date: September 15, 2002 10:29PM

Re: Kipling
Posted by: Jack (12.46.184.---)
Date: September 15, 2002 10:42PM


His parents' names were Mr. and Mrs. Kipling.

...but seriously. All of his poems are posted here (look under top poets). As for 'Best Poem', that's a matter of personal taste. Opinion seems to run strongly toward 'If', 'Gunga Din', and 'The Ballad of East and West'. Do yourself a favor. If you haven't already, READ THESE at least. My personal favorite is 'The Gods of Copybook Headings'. No truer words were ever written. This site doesn't really do bios, but I punched in 'Kipling bio' on my search engine and got MANY hits (including parents names). Do a little legwork, and you shouldn't have any trouble. If you're looking for first-rate discussion of his work, just throw out an opinion, and the kind folks here will be more than happy to supply you with theirs. They do not respond well to people whose requests read like this:

"I have homework due in two hours, and I have done NOTHING yet. Please bail my lazy ass out by submitting the completed assignment (with footnotes) to: (your email address here)"

Good luck. Come back and discuss your findings.

Re: Kipling
Posted by: Chesil (12.224.137.---)
Date: September 15, 2002 11:36PM

They are not all posted here. For example,

Harp Song of the Dane Women

What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

She has no house to lay a guest in---
But one chill bed for all to rest in,
That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in.

She has no strong white arms to fold you,
But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you---
Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

Yet, when the signs of summer thicken,
And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken,
Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken---

Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters.
You steal away to the lapping waters,
And look at your ship in her winter-quarters.

You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables,
The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables---
To pitch her sides and go over her cables.

Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow,
And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow,
Is all we have left through the months to follow.

Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker ?

-- Rudyard Kipling

Best is an impossible question. Most well known may be If. My favorite is The Conundrum of the Workshops.

Re: Kipling
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.18.---)
Date: September 16, 2002 12:40PM

This is another of the Kipling odditiies.

Song of the galley-slaves

WE pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.
Will you never let us go ?
We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe.
The Captains walked up and down the deck in fair weather singing songs, but we were below.
We fainted with our chins on the oars and you did not see that we were idle, for we still swung to and fro.
Will you never let us go ?
The salt made the oar-handles like shark-skin; our knees were cut to the bone with salt-cracks; our hair was stuck to our foreheads; and our lips were cut to the gums, and you whipped us because we could not row.
Will you never let us go ?
But, in a little time, we shall run out of the port-holes as water runs along the oar-blade, and though you tell the others to row after us you will never catch us till you catch the oar-thresh and tie up the winds in the belly of the sail. Aho !

Will you never let us go ?

--Rudyard Kipling

Re: Kipling
Posted by: Mesir (209.164.228.---)
Date: September 20, 2002 07:42AM

And, lest we forget, "Four-Feet":

I've done mostly what most men do
And tried to leave it behind
But I couldn't forget if I wanted to
Four-Fett trotting behind

Day after day
The whole day through
Wherever my road inclined
Four-Feet said, "I'm coming with you"
And trotted along behind

Now I must go by some other round
Whichich I shall never find
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind

Yep, (sniff,sniff), old "R.K." sure knew how to speak to the heart of a dog-owner...

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