Thursday, 26 August 2010
The Thursday Poem
Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras
From The Jungle Books
Quiquern (chapter heading)
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow -
They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
They sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls to the white.
The People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's crew;
Their women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn and few.
But the People of the Elder Ice, beyond the white man's ken -
Their spears are made of the narwhal-horn, and they are the last of the Men!
(30th December 1865 - 18th January 1936)
from the book: Poem for the Day One