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Joseph Rudyard Kipling –

was an English short- story writer, poet, and novelist. one of the most popular writers in England, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of short stories.

He

was born on December 30 1865 in Bombay, India. Mother: Alice MacDonald Kipling . Father: John Lockwood Kipling, Head of the Department of Architectural Sculpture at the Jeejeebhoy School of Art in Bombay.

The poem “IF” was

first published in Rewards and Fairies, 1910. The poem is inspired by Leander Starr Jameson, and is written in the form of paternal advice to the poet's son.

The Tragedy of Kipling’s Son Kipling's son: John died

in the First World War, at the Battle of Loos in September 1915, at age 18. John had initially wanted to join the Royal Navy, but having had his application turned down after a failed medical examination due to poor eyesight.

CAREER: Poet, essayist, novelist, journalist, and writer of short stories. Worked as a journalist for Civil and Military Gazette, Lahore, India, 1882-89; assistant editor and overseas correspondent for the Allahabad Pioneer, India, 1887-89; associate editor and correspondent for The Friend, Bloemfontein, South Africa, 1900, covering the Boer War. Rector of University of St. Andrews, 1922- 25.

(1888) American Notes (1891) Barrack-Room Ballads (1892) The Jungle

Book (1894) The Seven Seas (1896) The Day’s Work (1898)

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:

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: 

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!’ 

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!