'Recessional' by Kipling

The poem and a quick fleeting analysis

[battybibliophile-Clare]

I know he's not PC or woke or whatever it is this week, but I love Kipling, and at 75 dont care that he is unfashionable.. Your reading was beautiful and apt for today, thanks.

[susanmckenzie]

This rang such a bell and puts the furore in perspective at 3.04 am

[blueer]

I sometimes find Mr Kiplings' poetry to be caustic and acidic. However, the sweetness in his cakes helps to make up for

[robertreynolds]

Brilliant. I have read a little Kipling, but not this. So glad you brought it here.

[PlanetaryCitizen]

Awesome indeed! I do like listening to Kipling. I'm not that far from Bateman's where he lived and will be going down there sometime. I did enjoy the film about his son called My Boy Jack, some of which was filmed at the house. He fully supported the War (WW1) at first, but was a changed man after his son was killed at Loos. We are very small in the grand scheme of things. ‘Remember you are mortal’ was whispered by slaves into the ears of generals as they were paraded through the streets after coming home, triumphant, from battle.

[neffermorningstarr]

I just love listening to you bring Kipling back to life - it might be bitter, yet your voice is helping me relax to a gentle end of a long beautiful day under a beautiful full buck moon under a starry configuration that has not been in the sky since around 330BC🌕✨🌟❤️‍🔥🕉❤️

[myfunnyval]

On a similar theme, more from Kipling:
And we confess our blame,
How all to high we hold,
That noise that men call fame,
That dross which men call gold.
Yet, in our judgement lies,
To crown or bring to nought,
All knowledge and device
Which man hath reaped or wrought.

[melissalee]

Midnight in the calm, dark and cool of the garden. An interesting close to the day. Beautifully read and ever timely. Nihil Sine Deo .Gratias.

[GusutavoSC]

Great!. Thank you very much professor.

[mossychops]

Open Boarder means we no longer have a Covenant?

[rw]

Made extremely good cakes.... Now the ingredients to bake a politician.... Pincher of slime... ounce of truth.... smattering of promises.... a lot of brass neck... generous amount of lies Oven Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have neither winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

[peterhagan]

Aptly put Tim, do not honour false gods or fellow man there is but one lord many lose sight of this

[martynwilliams]

Please tell us the truth, we are grown up s! Not spin

[johnwalsh]

And the moral of the poem professer tim is watching p m questions today the empty barrel makes the most noise and tim are the British so insecure that they have to keep waveing flags everywhere I wonder if the Spanish or we irish were waveing flags in gb I don't think they would be best pleased