So first I wanted to tell you about this new website I came across (and this is totally me just loving the site, I have no relationship or affiliation with them): Highbrow. Basically, it’s a series of free 10-day email courses that teach you about art, politics, psychology, productivity, science, and more.
So I did the psychology experiment series, and now I’ve moved onto the poetry series. I’ve taken a few poetry courses since my college major was English lit/creative writing, so I have an appreciation for it but hate when some are just obvious attempts at cheesy metaphors or rhyme. So with the Highbrow course, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I know that some poetry has the power to deeply move the reader, and I was hoping that the Highbrow course would be little doses of “movement” or inspiration each morning when I set to conquer my inbox.
The first Highbrow poem was the one below, and I loved it. I’m sharing with you guys because I hope you’ll love it as much as I do.
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!
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