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One of my favorite poems–Rudyard Kipling

England, Japanese, Travel
Rudyard Kipling
   I really like poems by Rudyard Kpling. We went to England and we had the chance to visit his house. His house was so beautiful with big pond which he designed by himself. The flower in the garden and the pond was exactly built at the place where he could see from his room where he worked.
    I would like to share this poem to those who like Kipling’s books and poems.
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Garden at Kipling’s home 

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943)

***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:
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Another view of his home
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:
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Kipling’s book in Japanese version
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!’
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Flowers from Kipling’s garden
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!

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