As I pass through my
incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper
prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent
fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook
Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
2
We were living in trees when
they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly
wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in
Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the
Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
3
We moved as the Spirit
listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor
wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up
with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped
off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
4
With the Hopes that our
World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon
was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were
Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of
the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
5
When the Cambrian measures
were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them
our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They
sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook
Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
6
On the first Feminian
Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our
neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more
children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook
Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
7
In the Carboniferous Epoch
we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to
pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of
money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook
Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
8
Then the Gods of the Market
tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the
meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that
Glitters, and Two and Two make Four–
And the Gods of the Copybook
Headings limped up to explain it once more.
9
As it will be in the future,
it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things
certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his
Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's
bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
10
And that after this is
accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for
existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet
us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook
Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Notes
In Rudyard Kipling's poem
"The Gods of the Copybook Headings", the "Gods of the Copybook
Headings" represent the fundamental truths of human nature and the
importance of timeless wisdom.
Explanation
- The poem's title refers to the proverbs
and maxims that were printed at the top of copybooks used by 19th century
British schoolchildren.
- The poem's speaker argues that these
moral statements are relevant no matter the time or place, and that
disregarding them will lead to failure.
- The poem critiques political idealism
and false promises of peace, abundance, and equality.
"Stick to the devil you
know" means it's better to stay with someone or something familiar, even
if you don't like them, because the unknown could be worse; essentially,
choosing to deal with a known negative situation rather than risking a potentially
more negative one you're unfamiliar with.
Key points about the phrase:
"Devil" represents
a negative person or situation: It's not meant literally, but as a metaphor for
something unpleasant you're already familiar with.
"Know" signifies
familiarity: You may not like the current situation, but you understand its
downsides.
Implies caution towards
change: This phrase suggests that changing to something new, even if it seems
potentially better, could lead to worse outcomes.
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