Remembrance Day
Nov. 11th, 2008 05:06 pmMy Boy Jack. Rudyard Kipling
'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has any one else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind -
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
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Date: 2008-11-12 02:17 am (UTC)Ever since, I have not been able to read this poem without hearing it aloud in my mind.
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Date: 2008-11-12 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-12 02:51 pm (UTC)Him as played Kipling, though, that was a bucket of mmmtasty.
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-12 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-12 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-12 04:17 pm (UTC)Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Aw. Now I'm gonna cry. Dear heaven, it's so much worse, I haven't read that since I had my own boys.
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