An idle
ramble, an at-home adventure, little more. Kipling writes in “Sestina of the Tramp-Royal”: “It's like a book, I think, this bloomin’, world.” Book-as-world
or book-as-life is an old trope among Jews and Christians. Did it exist before
Gutenberg? For inveterate readers, it seems like a hard-wired metaphor. Will it
fade away as books and literacy fade? The speaker in Kipling’s letter-perfect
sestina fancies himself a happy (or “’appy”) wanderer, one of those who “go
observin’ matters till they die.” Not a wastrel or bum, but more an itinerant
philosopher, an attentive nomad, and a neat rebuttal to the caricature of
Kipling as jack-booted imperialist. His vision here is tolerant, forgiving and multicultural
in the best sense: “The different ways that different things are done.” Kipling
and his speaker admire competence, industriousness and valor. The speaker
recalls a bohemian, Penelope-less Odysseus, another wanderer, one whose Ithaka
is everywhere. Kipling wrote the poem in 1896, shortly before he left Vermont
and returned to England. Here’s the entire next-to-last stanza:vin’ matters till they
die.
“It's like
a book, I think, this bloomin' world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you're readin' done,
An' turn another -- likely not so good;
But what you're after is to turn 'em all.”
The final
two lines sound the poem’s darkest note. Even a determined reader, told that
the remainder of the book in his hands is “likely not so good,” is tempted to
chuck it. When young, I plowed through, never permitting myself the moral
laxity of being defeated by a bad book. Today, I sometimes choose not to “turn ’em
all.”
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