Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The story of Uriah

Readers of this blog knows that I am a big fan of poetry. I just read this from Awilum.

The story of Uriah by Rudyard Kipling

“Now there were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor.”

Jack Barrett went to Quetta
Because they told him to.
He left his wife at Simla
On three-fourths his monthly screw.
Jack Barrett died at Quetta
Ere the next month’s pay he drew.

Jack Barrett went to Quetta,
He didn’t understand
The reason of his transfer
From the pleasant mountain-land:
The season was September,
And it killed him out of hand.

Jack Barrett went to Quetta
And there gave up the ghost:
Attempting two men’s duty
In that very healthy post;
And Mrs. Barrett mourned for him
Five lively months at most.

Jack Barrett’s bones at Quetta
Enjoy profound repose;
But I shoulndn’t be astonished
If now his spirit knows
The reason of his transfer?
From the Himalayan snows.

And, when the Last Great Bugle Call
Adown the Hurnai thrubs,
When the last grim joke is entered
In the big black Book of Jobs,
And Quetta graveyards give again
Their victims to the air,
I shouldn’t like to be the man,
Who sent Jack Barrett there.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009