If by Kipling
If by Kipling
If by Kipling
Introduction
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The poem, written in
1895 and first published in
‘Rewards and Fairies’,
1910 is 32 lines long with
four stanzas of eight lines
each.
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It is a tribute to Leander
Starr Jameson. The poem
is written in the form of
paternal advice to the
poet’s son, John.
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The Theme
The poem basically tells
us the conditions that we
should meet to succeed in
life and make this life
happy and a beautiful one.
The whole poem is written
in a single complex
sentence.
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Structure of the poem
The poet speaks of the
achievement at the end,
after discussing all the
requirements to reach
there.
This structure is actually
symbolic in suggesting
that you can get the
rewards only after you
have fulfilled the
preconditions.
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The main theme of the
poem is a combination of
so many if’s, the title ‘If’ is
an apt one for the poem.
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If Poem
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,
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Or being hated don't give
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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:
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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,
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And stoop and build 'em up
with worn-out tools;
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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
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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,
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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,
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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:
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If you can fill the
unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth
of distance run,
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Yours is the Earth and
everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll
be a Man, my son!
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Conclusion
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Thank you