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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A PICT SONG, by RUDYARD KIPLING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Rome never looks where she treads Last Line: And then we shall dance on your graves! Subject(s): Great Britain - Roman Conquest | |||
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl. Her sentries pass on -- that is all, And we gather behind them in hordes, And plot to conquer the Wall, With only our tongues for our swords. We are the Little Folk -- we! Too little to love or to hate. Leave us alone and you'll see How we can drag down the State! We are the worm in the wood! We are the rot at the root! We are the taint in the blood! We are the thorn in the foot! Mistletoe killing an oak -- Rats gnawing cables in two -- Moths making holes in a cloak -- How they must love what they do! Yes -- and we Little Folk too, We are busy as they -- Working our works out of view -- Watch, and you'll see it some day! No indeed! We are not string, But we know Peoples that are. Yes, and we'll guide them along To smash and destroy you in War! We shall be slaves just the same? Yes, we have always been slaves, But you -- you will die of the shame, And then we shall dance on your graves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO MITHRAS by RUDYARD KIPLING ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS CASWALLON'S TRIUMPH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS DRUID CHORUS ON THE LANDING OF THE ROMANS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BARDS; TO THE SOLDIERS OF CARACTACUS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 33. A ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. TO VALERIA (A ROMAN LADY BURIED AT CAERLEON DURING ROMAN OCCUPATION) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES ON THE PROSPECT FROM WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, MARCH 1750 by ELIZABETH TOLLET FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING |
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