Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Monday, April 6, 2009

'If' by Rudyard Kipling

I was introduced to this poem in school, when we were still very young children, and required to by heart it for our elocution classes. I did not know at the time how practically this poem was going to help me in my adult life.

Read it today, read it tomorrow, read it in another month, months or years, it will have some new personal meaning to you.

In my opinion, believe this poem epitomizes the Buddhist philosophy of the path of moderation. In a world where extremism is a fashion, Rudyard Kipling reminds us to keep our feet well grounded, while we move through the snares of the world to achieve what we believe is true and is of value...

Here's 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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Happy Prince & Other Stories

Children love listening to stories. We all have our favorites from the past. Mine was 'The Happy Prince' by Oscar Wilde. My father had read a lot in his youth and was of in particular a fan of Russian literature, something he passed on to me. Any free time he had with my sister and I, I recall asking him to repeat the stories of The Happy Prince, The Selfish Giant, both by Oscar Wilde and The Russian folktale of Masha and the Bear.

No matter how many times I had heard it before, these stories could never exhaust me. In fact, they remind me why I believe what I do. As children these stories molded our thought patterns and our sense of morals and ethics.

Stories are seeds of lessons, morals and values of life that are sown in the hearts and minds of children that grow with them. I recently purchased the complete fairy tale collection of Hans Christan Anderson as a future investment. I confess that I am a sucker for books, and a trip to the book store means that it is going to take longer than anticipated and of course bad news for my wallet.

With no further ado let me bring to you THE HAPPY PRINCE:

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby
glowed on his sword-hilt.

He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so
useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.

"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.".... Read full story.

* Find other fairy tales of Oscar Wilde