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螒谓...
韦喂 魏维谓蔚喂 苇谓伪 伪纬蠈蟻喂 维谓蟿蟻伪;
螛维蚁蚁慰蟼
螒蠀蟿慰蟺蔚蟺慰委胃畏蟽畏
违蟺慰渭慰谓萎
螒魏蔚蚁伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪
螕喂伪 蟺维谓蠅 伪蟺蠈 蔚魏伪蟿蠈 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪, 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 魏位伪蟽蟽喂魏蠈 蟺慰委畏渭伪 苇蠂蔚喂 蔚渭蟺谓蔚蠉蟽蔚喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蟿蔚蟼 谓伪 尾蟻慰蠀谓 蟿慰谓 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼.
螠蔚 位苇尉蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼, 喂未慰蠉 蠈,蟿喂 蠂蟻蔚喂维味蔚蟿伪喂 苇谓伪 伪纬蠈蟻喂 谓伪 尉苇蟻蔚喂 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰.
螛维蚁蚁慰蟼
螒蠀蟿慰蟺蔚蟺慰委胃畏蟽畏
违蟺慰渭慰谓萎
螒魏蔚蚁伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪
螕喂伪 蟺维谓蠅 伪蟺蠈 蔚魏伪蟿蠈 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪, 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 魏位伪蟽蟽喂魏蠈 蟺慰委畏渭伪 苇蠂蔚喂 蔚渭蟺谓蔚蠉蟽蔚喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蟿蔚蟼 谓伪 尾蟻慰蠀谓 蟿慰谓 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼.
螠蔚 位苇尉蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼, 喂未慰蠉 蠈,蟿喂 蠂蟻蔚喂维味蔚蟿伪喂 苇谓伪 伪纬蠈蟻喂 谓伪 尉苇蟻蔚喂 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰.
32 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1910
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Rudyard Kipling
6,486听books3,524听followersJoseph Rudyard Kipling was a journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist.
Kipling's works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), Kim (1901), and many short stories, including The Man Who Would Be King (1888). His poems include Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), The Gods of the Copybook Headings (1919), The White Man's Burden (1899), and 滨蹿鈥� (1910). He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, at the age of 41, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and its youngest recipient to date. He was also sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, both of which he declined.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907 "in consideration of the power of observation, originality of imagination, virility of ideas and remarkable talent for narration which characterize the creations of this world-famous author."
Kipling kept writing until the early 1930s, but at a slower pace and with much less success than before. On the night of 12 January 1936, Kipling suffered a haemorrhage in his small intestine. He underwent surgery, but died less than a week later on 18 January 1936 at the age of 70 of a perforated duodenal ulcer. Kipling's death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine, to which he wrote, "I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers."
Kipling's works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), Kim (1901), and many short stories, including The Man Who Would Be King (1888). His poems include Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), The Gods of the Copybook Headings (1919), The White Man's Burden (1899), and 滨蹿鈥� (1910). He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in the United Kingdom, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, at the age of 41, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and its youngest recipient to date. He was also sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, both of which he declined.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907 "in consideration of the power of observation, originality of imagination, virility of ideas and remarkable talent for narration which characterize the creations of this world-famous author."
Kipling kept writing until the early 1930s, but at a slower pace and with much less success than before. On the night of 12 January 1936, Kipling suffered a haemorrhage in his small intestine. He underwent surgery, but died less than a week later on 18 January 1936 at the age of 70 of a perforated duodenal ulcer. Kipling's death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine, to which he wrote, "I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers."
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May 16, 2025
This is surely the classic prototype for all our ready and very ample supply of self help literature. Yes, Kipling says so much. No wonder. It is the fruit of a lifetime's Cross: fighting the good fight.
Never mind that he was a racist; never mind that he was an ultra-right wing jingoist; and ladies, please pardon his misogyny!
We are all cracked pots, aren't we? So what if we curse, forget our manners and sometimes put ourselves first -
When the wine of wisdom flows freely, surely ours, we hope - that has been trodden down in the winepress of our excruciating anguish - will be non pareil, and worthy of the Vintner's seal of approval!
I read this poem in the final year of grammar school. My Dad, a depression-era child of correct Edwardian parents - very much from the Old School of gentrified thinking - had already imprinted its old-time values upon my heart, from the time I was an infant.
It was the era of Excelsiorist thinking that Longfellow lampoons in his classic poem. And my Mom was American, like that poet.
Both Dad and Mom wanted me to "fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run" - give it my best shot. But Mom, ever free and easy, favoured the heart, while Dad favoured the head. She was on Longfellow's side.
This war of opposites created in me a perfect storm - striving for the best while (retreating from Dad's stern discipline) reverting to a lifetime of low-grade ASD.
But I have never given up fighting, thank the Lord. Surely the day I do my brain will revert to mush - sur chatiment! - hence I continue.
My inner child fights on with my introjected discipline...
Yet, I still retain a hope that the Wine I made will pass Muster in the end!
(A note to readers: IF is in the public domain, and ready to read on the web.)
Never mind that he was a racist; never mind that he was an ultra-right wing jingoist; and ladies, please pardon his misogyny!
We are all cracked pots, aren't we? So what if we curse, forget our manners and sometimes put ourselves first -
When the wine of wisdom flows freely, surely ours, we hope - that has been trodden down in the winepress of our excruciating anguish - will be non pareil, and worthy of the Vintner's seal of approval!
I read this poem in the final year of grammar school. My Dad, a depression-era child of correct Edwardian parents - very much from the Old School of gentrified thinking - had already imprinted its old-time values upon my heart, from the time I was an infant.
It was the era of Excelsiorist thinking that Longfellow lampoons in his classic poem. And my Mom was American, like that poet.
Both Dad and Mom wanted me to "fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run" - give it my best shot. But Mom, ever free and easy, favoured the heart, while Dad favoured the head. She was on Longfellow's side.
This war of opposites created in me a perfect storm - striving for the best while (retreating from Dad's stern discipline) reverting to a lifetime of low-grade ASD.
But I have never given up fighting, thank the Lord. Surely the day I do my brain will revert to mush - sur chatiment! - hence I continue.
My inner child fights on with my introjected discipline...
Yet, I still retain a hope that the Wine I made will pass Muster in the end!
(A note to readers: IF is in the public domain, and ready to read on the web.)
March 20, 2014
If
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!
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!
Rudyard Kipling
September 26, 2021
Simplesmente um livro maravilhoso, amoroso e carregado de emo莽茫o.
Um livro escrito pelo autor brit芒nico, nascido em Bombaim, galardoado com o Pr茅mio Nobel em 1907, Rudyard Kipling, e ilustrado pelo italiano, Mauro Envagelista.
Um livro que 茅 um poema lind铆ssimo, mas n茫o 茅 s贸 um poema 茅 muito mais... 脡 o Amor de um pai pelo filho.
As ilustra莽玫es ao longo do livro remetem o leitor para outros livros, outras hist贸rias, desde refer锚ncias liter谩rias como Dante, no in铆cio da "Divina Com茅dia" a "Dom Quixote de la Mancha".
Conclus茫o, temos num s贸 livro duas artes que se entrela莽am de uma forma perfeita: a arte de escrever e a arte de desenhar, pintar,...
Gostei mesmo muito deste livro e vai ficar por muito tempo na minha mesinha de cabeceira para o poder contemplar quantas vezes me apetecer. 鉂わ笍
Um livro escrito pelo autor brit芒nico, nascido em Bombaim, galardoado com o Pr茅mio Nobel em 1907, Rudyard Kipling, e ilustrado pelo italiano, Mauro Envagelista.
Um livro que 茅 um poema lind铆ssimo, mas n茫o 茅 s贸 um poema 茅 muito mais... 脡 o Amor de um pai pelo filho.
As ilustra莽玫es ao longo do livro remetem o leitor para outros livros, outras hist贸rias, desde refer锚ncias liter谩rias como Dante, no in铆cio da "Divina Com茅dia" a "Dom Quixote de la Mancha".
Conclus茫o, temos num s贸 livro duas artes que se entrela莽am de uma forma perfeita: a arte de escrever e a arte de desenhar, pintar,...
Gostei mesmo muito deste livro e vai ficar por muito tempo na minha mesinha de cabeceira para o poder contemplar quantas vezes me apetecer. 鉂わ笍
April 19, 2021
So freaking beautiful, very inspirational. Found this when my mom taped it onto the refrigerator lol. But definitely a must read, it's truly a lovely poem.
February 1, 2024
Um livro que se traduz num bel铆ssimo poema!
February 9, 2021
5 stars & 5/10 hearts. I love this poem! It's so good and so wise, and very well done.
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鈥檛 deal in lies,
Or being hated, don鈥檛 give way to hating,
And yet don鈥檛 look too good, nor talk too wise....
Read the whole thing. It's short, but so worthwhile.
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鈥檛 deal in lies,
Or being hated, don鈥檛 give way to hating,
And yet don鈥檛 look too good, nor talk too wise....
Read the whole thing. It's short, but so worthwhile.
Read
January 1, 2020Some goods words to bring us into the new year decade.
December 9, 2021
This is a great poem. A father gives great advise to his son on how to be a man. This should be manatory reading in middle school for it is wonderful and sorely needed today.
I recommend this to all.
I recommend this to all.
December 6, 2017
Las 煤nicas letras que acompa帽an este libro, dejando de lado biograf铆as, son las que componen el poema "If" o "Carta al hijo".
Este poema es m谩s que famoso y creo que justamente lo es por ser tan hermoso, verdadero y atemporal, adem谩s que logra ense帽ar mucho con tan pocas palabras, seguro lo que m谩s les suene sea la estrofa final del poema:
"si puedes llenar el minuto implacable
con sesenta segundos que valgan la pena,
tuya es la Tierra y todo lo que hay en ella,
y -lo que es m谩s- 隆ser谩s un Hombre, hijo m铆o!"
Y por supuesto, las ilustraciones, realizadas por el italiano Mauro Evangelista son completas obras de arte, que tienen mucho significado y le dan a煤n m谩s peso a las palabras de Kipling, en especial si se tienen en cuenta las referencias de las mismas que aparecen al final del libro.
M谩s que recomendable.
Este poema es m谩s que famoso y creo que justamente lo es por ser tan hermoso, verdadero y atemporal, adem谩s que logra ense帽ar mucho con tan pocas palabras, seguro lo que m谩s les suene sea la estrofa final del poema:
"si puedes llenar el minuto implacable
con sesenta segundos que valgan la pena,
tuya es la Tierra y todo lo que hay en ella,
y -lo que es m谩s- 隆ser谩s un Hombre, hijo m铆o!"
Y por supuesto, las ilustraciones, realizadas por el italiano Mauro Evangelista son completas obras de arte, que tienen mucho significado y le dan a煤n m谩s peso a las palabras de Kipling, en especial si se tienen en cuenta las referencias de las mismas que aparecen al final del libro.
M谩s que recomendable.
March 27, 2020
3.5/5 猸�
August 2, 2016
螝维胃蔚 蟽蟿委蠂慰蟼 魏伪喂 渭喂伪 伪尉委伪 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 慰蟺慰委伪 慰蠁蔚委位蔚喂蟼 谓伪 渭蔚纬伪位蠋蟽蔚喂蟼 蟿慰 蟺伪喂未委 蟽慰蠀 纬喂伪 谓伪 纬委谓蔚喂 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼.
November 2, 2019
螕喂伪 蠀蟺苇蟻渭伪蠂慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 喂渭蟺蔚蟻喂伪位喂蟽渭慰蠉 魏伪位维 蟿伪 蔚委蟺蔚....
December 14, 2018
If it is good to stir the coffee-pot.
Then spin what's in to the sides
and never spill one single drop.
Make the fluid rise up,
dry the centre due to the centrifugal,
Sugar cube goes, plop!
If, beset by sombre and dim view,
from the last line as it is written,
Standards are not only masculine issue.
These things need cementing,
One must be this tall,
To climb the stairway to heaven
If not Mister Kipling's bar,
/---------------------------\
I would call in below Historical par
Then spin what's in to the sides
and never spill one single drop.
Make the fluid rise up,
dry the centre due to the centrifugal,
Sugar cube goes, plop!
If, beset by sombre and dim view,
from the last line as it is written,
Standards are not only masculine issue.
These things need cementing,
One must be this tall,
To climb the stairway to heaven
If not Mister Kipling's bar,
/---------------------------\
I would call in below Historical par
June 28, 2020
伪谓 慰蠉蟿蔚 蔚蠂胃蟻慰委, 慰蠉蟿蔚 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓慰喂 蠁委位慰喂 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉谓 谓伪 蟽蔚 蟺位畏纬蠋蟽慰蠀谓
January 24, 2022
This is my favourite poem. Simple and wise.
March 11, 2019
Este es el primer poema ilustrado que leo y he de decir que me ha gustado bastante este formato. Se trata de un poema de siete estrofas divididas de entre 4 y 8 versos, divididos en un par de versos por p谩gina y, cada una de estas, con una ilustraci贸n. En este caso, las ilustraciones son minimalistas, pero muy originales.
En cuanto al significado del poema, podr铆a decirse que es un mensaje que Rudyard Kipling, autor de "El libro de la selva", quer铆a dejar como legado a su hijo para que se convirtiera en un adulto bueno, honrado y trabajador.
Sin duda, una buena met谩fora y un libro que, por s铆 solo, un ni帽o es muy muy dif铆cil que comprenda, pero que a su vez es una buena oportunidad para mantener una conversaci贸n con los peques en una especie de lectura conjunta/tertulia literaria/debate.
En cuanto al significado del poema, podr铆a decirse que es un mensaje que Rudyard Kipling, autor de "El libro de la selva", quer铆a dejar como legado a su hijo para que se convirtiera en un adulto bueno, honrado y trabajador.
Sin duda, una buena met谩fora y un libro que, por s铆 solo, un ni帽o es muy muy dif铆cil que comprenda, pero que a su vez es una buena oportunidad para mantener una conversaci贸n con los peques en una especie de lectura conjunta/tertulia literaria/debate.
November 13, 2018
螝位伪蟽蟽喂魏蠈 魏伪喂 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓慰. 螤慰位蠉 伪喂蟽喂蠈未慰尉慰 蟺维蟻伪蠀蟿伪 纬喂伪 蟿伪 纬慰蠉蟽蟿伪 渭慰蠀.
February 7, 2018
"If-" by Rudyard Kipling is yet another example of great 19th century poetry. A father's invaluable advice to his son, written with the beauty and elegance that only the 19th century could achieve. Oh wait, I just checked and this poem was first published in 1910 but I will still categorise it as 19th century because it takes a while to get over a century, especially one as interesting as the 19th. Until the mid-1920s, I think it's safe to say that it was still basically the 19th century. It seems like a weak argument just because I'm biased in favour of poetry written in the 1800s and that may be partially true but that doesn't make my argument any weaker or at all invalid. Feel free to argue and I shall take on the challenge.
Anyway, back to the review..
My siblings and I were talking about good poems and my sister mentioned this one (the only one of the ones we talked about that I didn't know) so I set about searching the internet for it. I found it and read it aloud as they listened. And boy was I impressed by it.
I would read this again. And (Naimah is going to be disappointed in me for this) I would gladly sit in an English Literature class and analyse this poem thoroughly. In fact, I wish I could.
What a shame we have to grow up and apart from our old lives. I miss English Lit lessons analysing 19th century poetry with Mr Laing and Mrs Barraclough-Dunn!
Anyway, back to the review..
My siblings and I were talking about good poems and my sister mentioned this one (the only one of the ones we talked about that I didn't know) so I set about searching the internet for it. I found it and read it aloud as they listened. And boy was I impressed by it.
I would read this again. And (Naimah is going to be disappointed in me for this) I would gladly sit in an English Literature class and analyse this poem thoroughly. In fact, I wish I could.
What a shame we have to grow up and apart from our old lives. I miss English Lit lessons analysing 19th century poetry with Mr Laing and Mrs Barraclough-Dunn!
June 27, 2013
It is all unfolded in a very magical onward way ...
The title is put in a very intelligent way to be a very catchy one
the poem itself is a work of art , in one word a masterpiece
The title is put in a very intelligent way to be a very catchy one
the poem itself is a work of art , in one word a masterpiece
October 13, 2020
As I read the short stories in William J. Bennett's The Book of Virtues, I sometimes come away with wanting to review a poem or story separately because it stands out as something I really want to highlight and remember. I chose this Kindle edition, only for the cover art, having read it already and it being quite short, I copied Kipling's "If" below.
As soon as I started to read "If", I knew that I heard the very beginning before but not having read the poem itself, I love this poem which has a father telling his son his thoughts on being a man. One can be a man, regardless but to be truly a man which Kipling, so beautifully professed, is something to really behold.馃挅
"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鈥檛 deal in lies,
Or being hated, don鈥檛 give way to hating,
And yet don鈥檛 look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream鈥攁nd not make dreams your master;
If you can think鈥攁nd 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鈥檝e spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 鈥檈m 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: 鈥楬old on!鈥�
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings鈥攏or 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鈥� worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that鈥檚 in it,
And鈥攚hich is more鈥攜ou鈥檒l be a Man, my son! "
On a lighter note, I had heard Fred Flintstone's take on "If", the episode synopsis is below and I could not find the clip of the poem to post.
Copied below from Fandom.
"Take Me Out to the Ball Game" is the thirty-second episode of the second season and the sixtieth overall episode of the original series, The Flintstones. It aired on April 27, 1962.
Synopsis
Fred becomes a Little League umpire, but is unprepared for the intensity of the competition among the kids' parents.
Plot
Fred hears thumps, from his house's roof, of what he believes is hail- in July. Actually, impact of baseballs on the roof is the source of the sound, baseballs batted from the street by practicing youngsters of the Stone Age Pee-Wee League. Their coach: Barney. Their team name: the Giants, despite their minuscule size.
Arnold the rock-newspaper delivery boy and Mr. Slate's son, Eugene, are some of the Giants, and Fred is persuaded to umpire their practice game, proving with his "big mouth" and overbearing manner to be an excellent umpire prospect for the Bug Leagues. Barney introduces Fred to a Major League Baseball representative, who will hire Fred to officiate in the Major Leagues pending Fred's performance as umpire at a Pee-Wee League game upon which the fathers of Bedrock, including Mr. Slate, base their respect of their sons and which Fred is urged to officiate with favoritism to the home team.
The Major League representative pep-talks Fred to be without bias, unwavering, abrasive, and eager to be hated if that is the result of his unquestionable honesty, and in the Pee-Wee League game against the Grittsburg Pyrites, Fred's crucial decision in a runner/catcher "close call" at home plate is honest and true- and contrary to the Giants, who lose the game. Fred is bombarded by soda pop bottles by the irate fathers of the Giants, and an anonymous person throws a note attached to a rock through a Flintstone home window, saying, "Reverse your decision-- or else."
The Giants march to Fred's door to apologize for their fathers' poor sportsmanship, and Fred joins the boys in appearing before the fathers of Bedrock and informing them that the Giants will found their own, secret sandlot and play baseball entirely for fun- without adult interference. "
I admit I am a big fan of The Flintstones!馃挄
As soon as I started to read "If", I knew that I heard the very beginning before but not having read the poem itself, I love this poem which has a father telling his son his thoughts on being a man. One can be a man, regardless but to be truly a man which Kipling, so beautifully professed, is something to really behold.馃挅
"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鈥檛 deal in lies,
Or being hated, don鈥檛 give way to hating,
And yet don鈥檛 look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream鈥攁nd not make dreams your master;
If you can think鈥攁nd 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鈥檝e spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 鈥檈m 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: 鈥楬old on!鈥�
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings鈥攏or 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鈥� worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that鈥檚 in it,
And鈥攚hich is more鈥攜ou鈥檒l be a Man, my son! "
On a lighter note, I had heard Fred Flintstone's take on "If", the episode synopsis is below and I could not find the clip of the poem to post.
Copied below from Fandom.
"Take Me Out to the Ball Game" is the thirty-second episode of the second season and the sixtieth overall episode of the original series, The Flintstones. It aired on April 27, 1962.
Synopsis
Fred becomes a Little League umpire, but is unprepared for the intensity of the competition among the kids' parents.
Plot
Fred hears thumps, from his house's roof, of what he believes is hail- in July. Actually, impact of baseballs on the roof is the source of the sound, baseballs batted from the street by practicing youngsters of the Stone Age Pee-Wee League. Their coach: Barney. Their team name: the Giants, despite their minuscule size.
Arnold the rock-newspaper delivery boy and Mr. Slate's son, Eugene, are some of the Giants, and Fred is persuaded to umpire their practice game, proving with his "big mouth" and overbearing manner to be an excellent umpire prospect for the Bug Leagues. Barney introduces Fred to a Major League Baseball representative, who will hire Fred to officiate in the Major Leagues pending Fred's performance as umpire at a Pee-Wee League game upon which the fathers of Bedrock, including Mr. Slate, base their respect of their sons and which Fred is urged to officiate with favoritism to the home team.
The Major League representative pep-talks Fred to be without bias, unwavering, abrasive, and eager to be hated if that is the result of his unquestionable honesty, and in the Pee-Wee League game against the Grittsburg Pyrites, Fred's crucial decision in a runner/catcher "close call" at home plate is honest and true- and contrary to the Giants, who lose the game. Fred is bombarded by soda pop bottles by the irate fathers of the Giants, and an anonymous person throws a note attached to a rock through a Flintstone home window, saying, "Reverse your decision-- or else."
The Giants march to Fred's door to apologize for their fathers' poor sportsmanship, and Fred joins the boys in appearing before the fathers of Bedrock and informing them that the Giants will found their own, secret sandlot and play baseball entirely for fun- without adult interference. "
I admit I am a big fan of The Flintstones!馃挄
January 10, 2020
Precedent setting!
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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!
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!
Rudyard Kipling
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May 7, 2020This poem is outstanding, as one would expect from the famed Rudyard Kipling. In his unique style, Kipling puts words on a page to give advice to his son and share his dreams for him.
If there was ever time to be a dreamer, middle school would be a great time. It is also a time where giving advice seems to be just as important as getting it. I remember one of my favorite things to do on the quiet afternoons would be to text my friends and just shoot the breeze. Most of the time we would just talk aimlessly and would give each other pointers on what to do in whatever situation we found ourselves in. While most of this was probably superfluous or ineffective, it certainly made me feel appreciated and strengthened the love and relationships I had for my friends. One of my favorite definitions of love is by Thomas Aquinas and he defines love as to will the good of another. The poem certainly embodies that type of love.
In order to incorporate a writing task to strengthen the authenticity and genuine qualities of this text, I would use this bit of poetry as a jumping off point for students to write their own advice to the next incoming class. By implementing this share your expertise exercise explained by Kelly Gallagher in his book, Write Like This, this writing task not only allows students to be reflective on the choices they made over the year, but also gives them an opportunity to inform, explain, and practice loving complete strangers by willing the good of the other.
If there was ever time to be a dreamer, middle school would be a great time. It is also a time where giving advice seems to be just as important as getting it. I remember one of my favorite things to do on the quiet afternoons would be to text my friends and just shoot the breeze. Most of the time we would just talk aimlessly and would give each other pointers on what to do in whatever situation we found ourselves in. While most of this was probably superfluous or ineffective, it certainly made me feel appreciated and strengthened the love and relationships I had for my friends. One of my favorite definitions of love is by Thomas Aquinas and he defines love as to will the good of another. The poem certainly embodies that type of love.
In order to incorporate a writing task to strengthen the authenticity and genuine qualities of this text, I would use this bit of poetry as a jumping off point for students to write their own advice to the next incoming class. By implementing this share your expertise exercise explained by Kelly Gallagher in his book, Write Like This, this writing task not only allows students to be reflective on the choices they made over the year, but also gives them an opportunity to inform, explain, and practice loving complete strangers by willing the good of the other.
January 21, 2019
This gorgeously illustrated poem made into a book is one of my most inspiring bits of reading I鈥檝e ever come across. I start a new job in a few days in the mental health industry and this book will come live on my desk with me. A little push, a gentle reminder. Go the extra inch, try something new. Don鈥檛 be afraid of if, just do.
May 10, 2024
A friend recently recommended me this Short Poem. We were talking about Overthinking and he quoted this line by Rudyard: "If you can think鈥攁nd not make thoughts your aim." So i looked it up and realized that this book is one of the best Classics portraying a Father's advice to his Son.
Read and loved it.
5 猸�
Read and loved it.
5 猸�
March 9, 2017
The illustrations didn't always illustrate the text as well for me. But this poem--whose last line I know very well--was one I did not know. And found much beauty and depth in. So though the pictures didn't help with the words, they did, however, reflect the depth and wishing found in the poem.
August 20, 2020
螝位伪蟽蟽喂魏蠈 伪位位维 蟺维谓蟿伪 味蠅谓蟿伪谓蠈. 螤伪蟻伪喂谓苇蟽蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蟽慰蠁维 位蠈纬喂伪 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 苇蟺蟻蔚蟺蔚 谓伪 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 慰未畏纬蠈 味蠅萎蟼 纬喂伪 渭喂魏蟻维 伪位位维 魏伪喂 渭蔚纬维位伪 蟺伪喂未喂维. 螉蟽蠅蟼 未喂伪尾维味慰谓蟿维蟼 蟿伪 魏维胃蔚 渭苇蟻伪 魏伪喂 魏伪谓慰谓蟿维蟼 蟿伪 蟺蟻维尉畏 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽伪渭蔚 谓伪 纬委谓慰蠀渭蔚 位委纬慰 魏伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰喂 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂...
January 17, 2021
I鈥檓 reading this poem for my British novels class. I really enjoyed annotating it line by line. It was beautifully written. The word choice is incredible. I loved picking it apart and defining every line. I can鈥檛 wait to discuss it with my class! LOVED IT!
October 4, 2021
A really beautiful, inspirational poem, and one that I really feel despite speaking to the heart or possibly because of that fact, is able to pull a range of emotions out of the reader depending upon their mood and day.
One I will definitely refer back to from time to time.
One I will definitely refer back to from time to time.
November 16, 2017
Brings a tear of pride to my eye by the last line.
March 14, 2019
I think i need read more classic poetry, i just listened to audibook, and it really got stuck in my mind 馃挍
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