Friday, March 19, 2010

#11 Find a Favorite Poem

I love a good quote or song lyric. I am always sending my mom a new quote, and I even have a file in my email inbox full of them. I don't know why- but they strike me and they make me think and, frankly, I am a sucker for a profound few words.

My brother Joe posted a link to the below poem a few days ago on his Facebook page, and I haven't gotten it out of my head since. (I'm embarrased to admit I had never read this before then). I certainly haven't exhausted the genre of poetry, but I have done a small bit of research (and I even took a Poetry class at Iowa!) and I am officially declaring this as my favorite poem.

(I highlighted the first paragraph - I think it's so profound).

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 Triump and Disaster
And treat those two imposters 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 to 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 in it,
And -w hcih is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

1 comment:

  1. AHHHH i had a TA read this to me the last day of class one quarter in college!!!! good choice.


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