My latest favorite poem

You can thank Helen Fielding, or you may know her as the author of Bridget Jones Diary, for renewing my love for poetry. In Bridge Jones: The Edge of Reason, Bridget is given a poem by Mark Darcy titled "If" by Rudyard Kipling. The entire poem is put in the book and it's wonderful. It really does a good job tying up the theme of the book, I think. Bridget is learning how to be satisfied as a Singleton and is also becoming independent and getting to know herself as a person...something I believe is definitely needed before tying yourself down to someone else.

My favorite line has to do with waiting...something I'm learning a lot about right now.

Anyways, this is the poem and I bolded my favorite lines.

"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 imposters 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 wornout 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 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!

That's So Shway

My friend posted this on my Facebook. It's a typewriter that plays musical notes for each letter. That thing would entertain me for days.

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