written by Rudyard KiplingOur gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the yelping dog-teams go;
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!
We tracked our seal to his secret place,
We heard him scratch below,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
Out on the edge of the floe.
We raised our lance when he rose to breathe,
We drove it downward--so!
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
Out on the edge of the floe.
Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,
Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
Back from the edge of the floe!
Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the loaded dog-teams go;
And the wives ran hear their men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!
Rudyard Kipling
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Wed 05.04.2011 at 07:18
Argument. -- The Indian Government being minded to discover the economic condition of their lands, sent a Committee to inquire
Read poem...written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Thu 04.28.2011 at 01:13
I am made all things to all men--
Hebrew, Roman, and Greek--
In each one's tongue I speak,
Suiting to each my word,
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Mon 04.25.2011 at 07:35
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
An' what he thought 'e might require,
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Mon 04.25.2011 at 04:18
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Sun 04.24.2011 at 20:42
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines--
I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines!
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Tue 04.19.2011 at 22:23
When, foot to wheel and back to wind,
The helmsman dare not look behind,
But hears beyond his compass-light,
