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 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!

6 paseos:

Mayte Sánchez Sempere 12 de abril de 2010, 13:03  

¡Qué bueno! Precisamente ayer estuve hablando con Ilkhi de este poema y de un libro precioso que editó Edelvives con él traducido...

Jose Zúñiga 12 de abril de 2010, 14:48  

Siempre volviendo a los orígenes. Así oído impresiona más.

Enol Sanyago 12 de abril de 2010, 15:56  

Ese mundo de "las casualidades"...Beso grande con ganas de que nos volvamos a encontrar!! If...

Enol Sanyago 12 de abril de 2010, 15:58  

Maestro Zúñiga, cuánto saber desaprendido reposará en el origen... Abrazo fuerte con ganas de encuentro.

Genética Inexacta 24 de abril de 2010, 14:03  

LOs últimos versos azotan fuerte y mira que a estas alturas la vida no me engaña y sé de que va toda esta broma de vivir.

Saludos desde el este

Bismark Estrada 9 de mayo de 2010, 20:53  

Que gran final, me ha gustado mucho.



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