Apparently it's been almost a year since I've posted anything. I've stayed true to my 2014 New Year's resolution to only write when I felt like it. I've realized that I'm a winter weather blogger. Once the sun's out, all bets are off. You'll most likely find me outside, thank you very much. With living in the Carolinas, this means I'll only be productive about two months out of the year.
Anyway - I love this poem by Kipling and though I slightly give away the ending by mentioning this, I totally forgive him his somewhat sexist viewpoint given the historical context of his time (even though it does rub me the wrong way every time a read it. I wonder if he had a daughter?). Plus, as a writer I understand that he needed a one syllable word to match the cadence he had established. And last, but certainly not least, this gives me a reason to post a picture of Mr. Darcy. That is never a waste of time.
So, Ladies and Gentlemen! In 2015, let's all be men!
Mr. Darcy says, "Be a Man!" |
If
by Rudyard Kipling
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!