When I was going off to college, my Dad gave me a briefcase, because he didn't know that backpacks were the only thing you used in college for your books. Once I was ready to start interviewing, I decided a more grown-up image would be good, so I went into my closet and pulled out that now dusty briefcase, opening it for the first time. Inside, to my surprise, I saw very nice stationary with my embossed letterhead at the top, as nice pen and pencil set, and a small leather bound book, that only had one thing in it, the poem "If." I've long since lost that little book, sadly, but I keep that poem in my heart always, and recite it from memory whenever asked. Thank you, Dad. I wish I had opened that briefcase much sooner.
@@justaguy6100 It means that I am 100% in agreement with your sentiment... I guess I'm showing my age... Ho! was used as a way to show support or agreement and yet not stop the flow of conversation...
My grandmother gave this poem to my father when he moved away from home. It hung on the wall all through my childhood, the paper yellowing in the frame and getting old. It was my Dad's favorite poem and he would quote parts of it to us when we were upset about some injustice, or point of unfairness - after all it is just as pertinent to daughters as to sons. Eventually he gave it to me to hang in my own house - the same battered and worn copy in it's very 60's frame. My father died in March and we went looking for things to display at the wake that reminded us of him, and I took down that battered frame and added it to the box. And now it is back on the wall in my library, to be treasured.
And that story in particular reveals something about both that poem and the expectations of so many who have read it and misunderstood. It was my grandmother, too, who first showed me that poem. There is quite literally nothing at all in the poem that engenders the giver of that advice. Kipling, of course, wrote it, but he said nothing about who is doing the reciting, only whom it is directed to. Considering when it was published, it might well have been Kipling addressing his own son, who would die in just a few years fighting in WW I.
@@theeddorian I am not convinced that you are right. Even now, when people don't have such clearly defined roles, it is obviously a male voice giving the advice. They are MALE sentiments, MALE considerations. For a start, it would never occur to a woman to tell a boy how to be comma "A Man" fullstop They would tell him how to be a GOOD man, yes, but that isn't the message. None of the things in it, are things a woman would articulate about a man. " If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools," Even if the universe was re-run a million times, that sentiment would never occur to a single woman, to advise her son.
@@uncletiggermclaren7592 Although both of us just expressed how it was women who started our families down the "If" path so I don't think your observation tracks. Why would my grandmother give my father a copy if she didn't think it would be a good thing to advise him. And my father thought it was important to teach to me, a woman, and my sister, as he felt it was a poem about having honour and integrity which is important, regardless of gender.
@@uncletiggermclaren7592 You are not reading the poem and working to hear the poet's own voice. You are listening from within your particular, individual view point, conditioned by specifc biases you were raised with, or acquired from your situation as you matured. You are hearing your own voice rather than Kipling's. "Truth" is not unique to males, nor is being misunderstood, nor is the potential for your ideas being distorted by others. More importantly, your experience is not universal. And even if it were, it didn't teach you about all women. Your generalizations about women are self-evidently mistaken. Possibly, your experience has so frozen your mind that you can't imagine another view point. Many women have raised successful, decent sons while being unmarried or widowed. So, they are quite capable of teaching useful social values. You simply cannot demonstrate any "truth" to your "No woman..." generalizations, and my grandmother would have handed you your head. She rivieted fighters in WW II.
When my father was laying in bed, dying of cancer, I read this work, and many others by Kipling. His smile was worth the tears. RIP- Edward Garrow , S.Sgt, US Army Air Corps, veteran of WW2. Fly with the eagles, dad.
I didn’t thank him at the time, but Lloyd helped me greatly through the death of my wife and my withdrawal from very bad things five years ago. Thank you, Lloyd
@@draconyster And he wrote propaganda for the British during WW1, and he used his influence to give his son a position as an officer in the British army- dispite his bad eyesight. He died in his first engagement. None of this makes him less of a great poet, none of this makes IF any less of an influential poem in the lives of many people, even to this day. Separate the artist from the art, man, and appreciate it for what it is.
Specifically, peak *positive* masculinity. This is what we should be teaching our boys to be like, rather than the "A man takes what what he wants, from whoever he wants. If they're too weak to stop you, that's their fault." that our society idealizes.
@@fireaza I am unsure of what society you are living in, but it is not mine. The society I grew up in taught neither your portrayal nor that of this poems. It gave young men...nothing. Empty meaningless platitudes; "just be yourself", "money cant buy happiness", "be the change you want to see in the world" and so on. Nothing to direct us, nor give us clue of where to go, what to do. We were told we would do great things, change the world, right wrongs. But the first wrongs that need to be righted are within. No one showed us how to fix ourselves, not even how to look within to see our flaws.
@@lystic9392he’s talking about the online “manosphere” culture of personalities like Andrew Tate et al. who while in polite society have little presence or are given much thought have a scary amount of influence online particular with the younger generation of boys, who get this twisted idea of masculinity thrown at them, of complete tripe like alpha and beta males, of “your body, my choice”, etc.
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!
Thank you! At a celebration for my son graduating from college, I told him, “Ok, I only one more piece of advice, and then I’ll have taught you everything I could have possibly taught you.” What’s that? Dropped this from memory. Tears all around the table.
Sometimes, words on a page alone cannot convey the true meaning of the text. It requires verbalization, by a skilled orator, with all the subtle shifts in tone and emphasis, to give life and substance and understanding of the message to the intended recipients. Well done, sir.
Thank you Mr.Beige (Best colour in my opinion as well, is colour of Solar system!) This has been the most personable reading of this poem on this here site, maybe the whole web too? Take best of care, a fan from Canuckland! (Vancouver, BC)
Ah, in one of your recent videos you mentioned filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, and i knew i had to go an have a re-read of this poem, as well as Invictus, and The road not taken.
What serendipity! I just saw Michael Caine read this for the first time a few days ago. This poem has been on my mind ever since. Here Lindybeige puts up his reading two hours ago! I needed this! Thank you Lloyd!!!
If you can be perfection, then perfection is your reward. But know that perfection is the dream just out of grasp, and to chase it is the daily toil of a fool. The world makes many fools. I'm yet to see perfect.
It's been a long day, with its ups and downs. I'm not quite sure how I'm feeling about myself, or anything. Ended up out in the garden smoking a cigar, in the downtime I opened TH-cam which served me this. Cheers Lloyd, keep on keeping on.
I was gifted this when I turned 13, and had it memorized within a week. And though I can't say that I've modeled my life on this poem, there hasn't been a year when it didn't come to mind, and many times I've checked myself against it. And by the way, nice job in delivery.
Whenever I wonder at how the boys in the first world war carried on through the hell of life in the trenches, and how they found it in themselves to climb out into a hail of shell and machine gun fire, I remember that most of them were brought up on this poem.
I've thought about this many times since I read it (repeatedly) on the wall of a high school classroom long ago. Still profound. Still true. Still a standard worthy of upholding. Even if you're not a son.
This always makes me happy cry. GD imperialist spoke to Scots Irish cur dogs (like me), everywhere and for all time... My favorite is 'The Sons of Martha', but I love the dog poem too
Thanks for telling me to "Hold on" Lindy. I know it wasn't personal, but I needed to hear it. I rattled a cage and made some enemies who beside someone as small as I appear to be giants, but I now have allies to. I just needed to hold on and should I fall into the mud then maybe the one behind me can use my fall to make it through the muck.
Good god, you needed to appear in my English class about 25 years ago. Kipling would have made sense. Or, perhaps, I needed today's brain back there. Either way, I hadn't looked back on it or since enjoyed it until now.
The classic British father ending...off you pop, I've said my piece, love it, what an inspiration that poem is, I've been single handily running a failing YT channel for 8yrs. Those words...they hit me different now as an older man... Thanks for reminding me, why we do all this, 🙏 I was due an update 🤣
Absolutely love Kipling. My two treasures are the Jungle Book and Stalky and Co. Assembly Reading prizes from the fifties. So sad the author lost his son in the Great War.
If you can listen to these measured and wise words, without losing yourself in ecstasy, proclaiming "Great words! Great meaning!“, while forgetting in your exultation the meaning of these precious advice... then your mind will remain young until the end. Thank you for this very insightful reading/play/thing. During these times of confusion that the world is currently going through, this kind of words could be useful.
I rarely rewatch a video - who has the time for that? - but this one was an exception. And you know what really made it for me? That little ‘be off with you’ wave of the hand at the end, as if the whole outpouring of wisdom was an accidental letting down of a stoic father’s guard. Lovely touch!
That was quite the lovely reading of the poem, thank you Lindy. It's good to see you back on the platform, I remember watching you all the way back in high school, and times has certainly changed, both both better and worse on the personal and the global scale. Thank you for being entertaining, curious, and empathetic to people's stories. One day, I hope to be a good man like this someday, and I know it's a thorny road to walk but it must be done.
Your presentation and cadence brings this poem to life. Brilliant. I do not believe anyone else could do it any better. It is ... of its time ... but as a reminder that inner strength and virtue are more important than the passing fame and gloss of todays celebrity culture, i hope it inspires many others.
I must admit that I wasn't acquainted yet with this poem. BUT when I saw Lindy and Kipling on the thumbnail, I knew this would be great. Kipling and Lindy never disappoint and in this case both surpassed expectations. Love for Lindybeige. Love for Kipling.
I gotta get one of the first comments to say: This poem is hanging in the room of the first child to die in the house/museum I work at, and I read it half the time I walk by it! The guy died while on a boat ride for his honeymoon, and he seemed the most relatable to me of the family (it’s the castle that the widow of John Dodge built upon remarrying). Really hits in a way I can’t describe, but I feel that’s why his stepdad imparted it upon him, and maybe why the curator put it there for me….
I always keep this in my head close to the advise Polonius gives Laertes in Hamlet, the one that ends with: "this above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man."
I remember years ago hearing a song, "I Don't Believe in IF Anymore." But that was a typo. It should have been, "I Don't Believe in GOTO Anymore." The era of great FORTRAN-based songs has sadly come to an end.
This is the best and most thoughtful rendition I've heard (and, IF being one of my most beloved poems, I've heard a lot), even despite some slight inaccuracies. Having said that, I believe that in a poem of this caliber, every word counts and should ne rendered precisely.
I was eleven when my mother gave me my first copy. I'm nearly sixty now and a copy sits in a frame on my wall. All these years I have tried to live up to those words and failed. I know now, it's the trying that counts.
There is more in every line of this poem than in whole books written by lesser writers. 'If' could replace and improve on an entire library of self-help and management textbooks.
When I was going off to college, my Dad gave me a briefcase, because he didn't know that backpacks were the only thing you used in college for your books. Once I was ready to start interviewing, I decided a more grown-up image would be good, so I went into my closet and pulled out that now dusty briefcase, opening it for the first time. Inside, to my surprise, I saw very nice stationary with my embossed letterhead at the top, as nice pen and pencil set, and a small leather bound book, that only had one thing in it, the poem "If." I've long since lost that little book, sadly, but I keep that poem in my heart always, and recite it from memory whenever asked. Thank you, Dad. I wish I had opened that briefcase much sooner.
What a wow moment!
None the less you did open it. It reminded you of what a wonderful father had then, as you do now :)
Ho..!
@@belliott538 I'm sorry but what do you mean by this exactly?
@@justaguy6100 It means that I am 100% in agreement with your sentiment... I guess I'm showing my age...
Ho! was used as a way to show support or agreement and yet not stop the flow of conversation...
"If you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two imposters just the same …" - this verse alone: perfection.
- "make sure to blame them both on the Indian, and steal the surplus value of their labor, my son!"
@@CormanoWild I'd like to have menu 40 without to much spice and a mango juice. Thx, Ranjid.
"Do you enjoy Kipling?"
"I don't know, I've never kippled"
He always does make exceedingly good cakes
I like his French Fancies.
@@AndrewHalliwell Can't beat a bit 'o Bakewell Tart ;)
Never kippled, but this poem sure makes me feel crippled. 🙂
I love that ancient joke. It's awesome.
Whenever I need Lloyd, he appears.
When Lloyd appears, I realized I needed him.
Sounds like a bit of logistical impossibility but whatever.
I forgot how much I missed him
He's merlin
Same here
My grandmother gave this poem to my father when he moved away from home. It hung on the wall all through my childhood, the paper yellowing in the frame and getting old. It was my Dad's favorite poem and he would quote parts of it to us when we were upset about some injustice, or point of unfairness - after all it is just as pertinent to daughters as to sons. Eventually he gave it to me to hang in my own house - the same battered and worn copy in it's very 60's frame.
My father died in March and we went looking for things to display at the wake that reminded us of him, and I took down that battered frame and added it to the box. And now it is back on the wall in my library, to be treasured.
And that story in particular reveals something about both that poem and the expectations of so many who have read it and misunderstood. It was my grandmother, too, who first showed me that poem. There is quite literally nothing at all in the poem that engenders the giver of that advice. Kipling, of course, wrote it, but he said nothing about who is doing the reciting, only whom it is directed to. Considering when it was published, it might well have been Kipling addressing his own son, who would die in just a few years fighting in WW I.
That's a lovely memory to have.
@@theeddorian I am not convinced that you are right. Even now, when people don't have such clearly defined roles, it is obviously a male voice giving the advice. They are MALE sentiments, MALE considerations.
For a start, it would never occur to a woman to tell a boy how to be comma "A Man" fullstop
They would tell him how to be a GOOD man, yes, but that isn't the message.
None of the things in it, are things a woman would articulate about a man.
" If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,"
Even if the universe was re-run a million times, that sentiment would never occur to a single woman, to advise her son.
@@uncletiggermclaren7592 Although both of us just expressed how it was women who started our families down the "If" path so I don't think your observation tracks. Why would my grandmother give my father a copy if she didn't think it would be a good thing to advise him.
And my father thought it was important to teach to me, a woman, and my sister, as he felt it was a poem about having honour and integrity which is important, regardless of gender.
@@uncletiggermclaren7592 You are not reading the poem and working to hear the poet's own voice. You are listening from within your particular, individual view point, conditioned by specifc biases you were raised with, or acquired from your situation as you matured. You are hearing your own voice rather than Kipling's.
"Truth" is not unique to males, nor is being misunderstood, nor is the potential for your ideas being distorted by others. More importantly, your experience is not universal. And even if it were, it didn't teach you about all women. Your generalizations about women are self-evidently mistaken. Possibly, your experience has so frozen your mind that you can't imagine another view point. Many women have raised successful, decent sons while being unmarried or widowed. So, they are quite capable of teaching useful social values. You simply cannot demonstrate any "truth" to your "No woman..." generalizations, and my grandmother would have handed you your head. She rivieted fighters in WW II.
This is my father’s favorite poem. Glad to see it getting some love any time I am down or need to remember him I always read it.
*was
@@CormanoWild are you assuming my father is dead he is not hence why I said is not was
When my father was laying in bed, dying of cancer, I read this work, and many others by Kipling. His smile was worth the tears. RIP- Edward Garrow , S.Sgt, US Army Air Corps, veteran of WW2. Fly with the eagles, dad.
I didn’t thank him at the time, but Lloyd helped me greatly through the death of my wife and my withdrawal from very bad things five years ago.
Thank you, Lloyd
Kia kaha brother
@@jonathangibson9098Thank you but yes, doing better now
This is one of my favorite poems of all time. My dad would read this to us frequently before bed. You did a very food job of it, thank you.
Also, please continue to do poetry.
@@peternormand4094 my father would do the same
Classic dad move.... My dad gifted me a booklet of the poem when I was born and I always carry it in my backpack.
@@peternormand4094 the author was a pretty horrible racist though
@@draconyster And he wrote propaganda for the British during WW1, and he used his influence to give his son a position as an officer in the British army- dispite his bad eyesight. He died in his first engagement. None of this makes him less of a great poet, none of this makes IF any less of an influential poem in the lives of many people, even to this day. Separate the artist from the art, man, and appreciate it for what it is.
Believe it or not I’ve never heard this, and it came at a good time. Thank you
That's good, bro)
Just gave it a thought - there's a hardly any kind of days, it won't come just on time.
Kipling is great
Same here, thank you Lloyd :)
There's always a first time.
Same here.
This poem is peak masculinity, and wonderfully recited, Mr Beige.
Specifically, peak *positive* masculinity. This is what we should be teaching our boys to be like, rather than the "A man takes what what he wants, from whoever he wants. If they're too weak to stop you, that's their fault." that our society idealizes.
@@fireaza I am unsure of what society you are living in, but it is not mine.
The society I grew up in taught neither your portrayal nor that of this poems. It gave young men...nothing. Empty meaningless platitudes; "just be yourself", "money cant buy happiness", "be the change you want to see in the world" and so on. Nothing to direct us, nor give us clue of where to go, what to do. We were told we would do great things, change the world, right wrongs. But the first wrongs that need to be righted are within. No one showed us how to fix ourselves, not even how to look within to see our flaws.
@@fireaza Where does that even happen?
@@lystic9392he’s talking about the online “manosphere” culture of personalities like Andrew Tate et al. who while in polite society have little presence or are given much thought have a scary amount of influence online particular with the younger generation of boys, who get this twisted idea of masculinity thrown at them, of complete tripe like alpha and beta males, of “your body, my choice”, etc.
The little head rub and "son" choked me up a little bit.
God bless this man
He was choking up a bit too at the end. I found that very touching 🥹
"Man, if you can eat your food, while everybody else is losing theirs, and blaming you, you straight, homie!"
- Big Smoke
Oooooooohhhhhhhh
Like it says in the book: "Whe're blessed and cursed..."
"Ever heard of the paradox of the wise sheep? "
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!
THAT HEAD RUB AT THE ENDDDD DAMNNNN
LLOYD IS THE FATHER WE ALL NEED
😭😭
Thank you!
At a celebration for my son graduating from college, I told him, “Ok, I only one more piece of advice, and then I’ll have taught you everything I could have possibly taught you.”
What’s that?
Dropped this from memory. Tears all around the table.
Did you pick it back up in case you needed it later??
@@CormanoWild nah, only time I needed it. ;)
Fecking beautiful rule to live by. And as a mental health nurse, there are days when I really need to remember it.
Keep up the good work and thanks for your service towards the vulnerable
This has to be the best reading of this poem I’ve heard. It’s the first time it actually made sense hearing it.
Lindybeige never misses I swear.
He missed the Hannibal deadline by a lot!
@@Gerle71 I stand corrected. Rarely ever misses.
@@theflare5437 🤣 👍
Always loved this poem, beautiful to hear Lindy do it.
Damn that 4th wall emphatic eye contact.
Now this is a poem that every boy should have memorized before he enters high school and be able to fully explain before he graduates.
Best poem ever. This needs to be taught in schools and recited often.
You deliver that speak with the pose and cadence and emotion and thought and contemplation of one who has been there and learned the virtues therein.
Sometimes, words on a page alone cannot convey the true meaning of the text. It requires verbalization, by a skilled orator, with all the subtle shifts in tone and emphasis, to give life and substance and understanding of the message to the intended recipients.
Well done, sir.
Very well recited, Lloyd. And a nice little 'off you go, lad' at the end.
A beautifully delivered monologue, and the pat on the head and dismissive shoo off was icing on the cake.
Thank you Mr.Beige (Best colour in my opinion as well, is colour of Solar system!) This has been the most personable reading of this poem on this here site, maybe the whole web too?
Take best of care, a fan from Canuckland! (Vancouver, BC)
Liking this so Lloyd can see it, hopefully.
Hold up, I never edited this what?, sites broken again..
Rudyard Kipling was always my favorite author when I was a kid. I had a few books with a collection of his poems and short stories.
Ah, in one of your recent videos you mentioned filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, and i knew i had to go an have a re-read of this poem, as well as Invictus, and The road not taken.
What serendipity! I just saw Michael Caine read this for the first time a few days ago. This poem has been on my mind ever since. Here Lindybeige puts up his reading two hours ago! I needed this! Thank you Lloyd!!!
The best praise I can give this video is the fact that I sent it to my son immediately after watching it.
I'm absolutley going to teach this poem to my 7th grade English classes this year - and use your video to do it. Just so you know. Well done, sir.
If you can be perfection, then perfection is your reward.
But know that perfection is the dream just out of grasp, and to chase it is the daily toil of a fool.
The world makes many fools.
I'm yet to see perfect.
My dad loves this poem, he reads it to me all the time!
I have read this poem many times. But having it read to me by Lindybeige was an unexpected joy to behold. Thank you, Nikolas.
It's been a long day, with its ups and downs. I'm not quite sure how I'm feeling about myself, or anything. Ended up out in the garden smoking a cigar, in the downtime I opened TH-cam which served me this. Cheers Lloyd, keep on keeping on.
I have listened to this poem read by so many people and actors, this was the absolute best. Well done, Sir.
That Lindybeige smile followed by squint at 0:04 ...so precious
I was gifted this when I turned 13, and had it memorized within a week. And though I can't say that I've modeled my life on this poem, there hasn't been a year when it didn't come to mind, and many times I've checked myself against it.
And by the way, nice job in delivery.
I saw the title and instantly remembered this poem from decades ago. Thanks for sharing :)
One of the most beautiful hypotheticals ever put to paper.
i had to memorise this poem in the 6th grade (12 yrs old) and have not applied the ideals ever really. Thankyou Lindybeige!
Whenever I wonder at how the boys in the first world war carried on through the hell of life in the trenches, and how they found it in themselves to climb out into a hail of shell and machine gun fire, I remember that most of them were brought up on this poem.
I've thought about this many times since I read it (repeatedly) on the wall of a high school classroom long ago. Still profound. Still true. Still a standard worthy of upholding. Even if you're not a son.
This always makes me happy cry. GD imperialist spoke to Scots Irish cur dogs (like me), everywhere and for all time...
My favorite is 'The Sons of Martha', but I love the dog poem too
One of the best poems in the English language. You deliver it well.
Thanks for telling me to "Hold on" Lindy. I know it wasn't personal, but I needed to hear it. I rattled a cage and made some enemies who beside someone as small as I appear to be giants, but I now have allies to. I just needed to hold on and should I fall into the mud then maybe the one behind me can use my fall to make it through the muck.
Maybe my favorite poem, ever! Every boy should read this and have it explained to him, thank you, Lloyd, well done!
First time I’ve heard this really great just what I needed to hear ❤
Easily the best reading I've seen. Thank you.
Good god, you needed to appear in my English class about 25 years ago. Kipling would have made sense. Or, perhaps, I needed today's brain back there. Either way, I hadn't looked back on it or since enjoyed it until now.
The classic British father ending...off you pop, I've said my piece, love it, what an inspiration that poem is,
I've been single handily running a failing YT channel for 8yrs.
Those words...they hit me different now as an older man...
Thanks for reminding me, why we do all this, 🙏
I was due an update 🤣
thank you for introducing some of us to this poem, i for one am quite glad to now be aware of the existence of such... but not too glad
A perfect rendition. Believe it or not I am actually related to Rudyard, on my Father's side. Shame his grasp of the English language didn't rub off.
An excellent reading of a superb poem. I’ve read it many times, and will teach these words to my daughter because the virtues in them are universal.
Absolutely love Kipling. My two treasures are the Jungle Book and Stalky and Co. Assembly Reading prizes from the fifties. So sad the author lost his son in the Great War.
Easily my Favourite poem, I always listen to someone reciting it to see how they do it
If you can listen to these measured and wise words, without losing yourself in ecstasy, proclaiming "Great words! Great meaning!“, while forgetting in your exultation the meaning of these precious advice... then your mind will remain young until the end.
Thank you for this very insightful reading/play/thing. During these times of confusion that the world is currently going through, this kind of words could be useful.
So impressive a performance Lindy, thank you
I rarely rewatch a video - who has the time for that? - but this one was an exception. And you know what really made it for me? That little ‘be off with you’ wave of the hand at the end, as if the whole outpouring of wisdom was an accidental letting down of a stoic father’s guard. Lovely touch!
This was an excellent reading. Kipling would approve!
One of my favorite poems, it hit me on a whole new level once I memorized it.
That was quite the lovely reading of the poem, thank you Lindy. It's good to see you back on the platform, I remember watching you all the way back in high school, and times has certainly changed, both both better and worse on the personal and the global scale. Thank you for being entertaining, curious, and empathetic to people's stories. One day, I hope to be a good man like this someday, and I know it's a thorny road to walk but it must be done.
Your presentation and cadence brings this poem to life. Brilliant. I do not believe anyone else could do it any better. It is ... of its time ... but as a reminder that inner strength and virtue are more important than the passing fame and gloss of todays celebrity culture, i hope it inspires many others.
Thanks
I like the Ricky Tomlinson version in "Mike Bassett - England Manager".
A simply sublime rendition, as we all knew it would be.
I'm more of a 'Mandalay' man myself, but this is just a wonderful poem. Always has been.
Gave me chills. While listening I realised - the poem describes the man I strive to be. Beautifully put.
As the great philosopher Alan Partridge said: "If you do X, Y, and Z, Bob's your uncle".
Beautifullly done! I feel sure Kipling would be really pleased to hear that poem recited just that way!
Thank you Lindy! You truly are like Indiana Jones' father, but more lovable and loving.
my grandpa loved kipling, and now i love kipling.
Lindy, you have excelled yourself. I have loved this poem for 50 years or more and you have really brought it home. Best reading ever! :-)
Excellent recitation. Beautiful delivery.
My father grounded me until I could recite this when I got into trouble as a teen. Brings back memories.
Excellent work Lloyd. Extolling timeless virtues that every young man should hear. I shall be sharing with my two young sons this weekend
If, the biggest word in the English language. Not in letters. But in possibilities.
My favourite poem I learnt as a child and repeatedly tried to learn and live by for over 30 years
I must admit that I wasn't acquainted yet with this poem.
BUT when I saw Lindy and Kipling on the thumbnail, I knew this would be great. Kipling and Lindy never disappoint and in this case both surpassed expectations.
Love for Lindybeige.
Love for Kipling.
I gotta get one of the first comments to say:
This poem is hanging in the room of the first child to die in the house/museum I work at, and I read it half the time I walk by it!
The guy died while on a boat ride for his honeymoon, and he seemed the most relatable to me of the family (it’s the castle that the widow of John Dodge built upon remarrying).
Really hits in a way I can’t describe, but I feel that’s why his stepdad imparted it upon him, and maybe why the curator put it there for me….
I always keep this in my head close to the advise Polonius gives Laertes in Hamlet, the one that ends with:
"this above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
I remember years ago hearing a song, "I Don't Believe in IF Anymore." But that was a typo. It should have been, "I Don't Believe in GOTO Anymore."
The era of great FORTRAN-based songs has sadly come to an end.
I C, Basic, but still a Perl for the whole Assembly . I certainly Can't Bash it.
believe what you want but THEN will add some consequences to it and ELSE will catch you all
@@kleinweichkleinweich It's a COMMON mistake.
Great poem and exceptional reading. This poem encapsulates so many important life lessons.
This is my favorite poem. I choke up every time I hear it.
Marvelous. Truly fantastic
The only poem i committed to memory.
lindy your videos console me greatly
This is the best and most thoughtful rendition I've heard (and, IF being one of my most beloved poems, I've heard a lot), even despite some slight inaccuracies. Having said that, I believe that in a poem of this caliber, every word counts and should ne rendered precisely.
Best rendition of this poem I have seen.
My grandfather would recite this poem whenever I acted up as a kid 😂 I needed to hear this today.
I was eleven when my mother gave me my first copy. I'm nearly sixty now and a copy sits in a frame on my wall. All these years I have tried to live up to those words and failed. I know now, it's the trying that counts.
Well done. Thank you for your time and have a lovely day.
"If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends."
Well, I was not expecting a Lindybeige poetry reading today. It has become a very good day indeed. I love poetry and I love this poem.
This video showed up in a very messy time of my life. Thank you Lord of Beige.
You showcased great acting skills here with your facial expressions, you could easily be an actor, you also got a great voice for it, great job!!
There is more in every line of this poem than in whole books written by lesser writers. 'If' could replace and improve on an entire library of self-help and management textbooks.
Nicely read. It makes me think of the officers of the lost British Empire.
Thanks Dad!
.... I mean... thank you Lloyd. That was a lovely and stirring rendition.
Peaceful Skies.