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Продолжая тему "Киплинг и евреи" из предыдущей записи: вот стихотворение, которым начинается обсуждаемый эпизод из "Пака":



Rudyard Kipling

Song of the Fifth River


When first by Eden Tree
The Four Great Rivers ran,
To each was appointed a Man
Her Prince and Ruler to be.

But after this was ordained,
(The ancient legends tell),
There came dark Israel,
For whom no River remained.
Then He That is Wholly Just
Said to him: 'Fling on the ground
A handful of yellow dust,
And a Fifth Great River shall run,
Mightier than these four,
In secret the Earth around;
And Her secret evermore
Shall be shown to thee and thy Race.

So it was said and done.
And, deep in the veins of Earth,
And, fed by a thousand springs
That comfort the market-place,
Or sap the power of Kings,
The Fifth Great River had birth,
Even as it was foretold -
The Secret River of Gold!
And Israel laid down
His sceptre and his crown,
To brood on that River bank,
Where the waters flashed and sank,
And burrowed in earth and fell,
And bided a season below;
For reason that none might know,
Save only Israel.

He is Lord of the Last -
The Fifth, most wonderful, Flood.
He hears Her thunder past
And Her song is in his blood.

He can foresay: 'She will fall,'
For he knows which fountain dries
Behind which desert-belt
A thousand leagues to the South.

He can foresay: 'She will rise.'
He knows what far snows melt
Along what mountain-wall
A thousand leagues to the North.

He snuffs the coming drouth
As he snuffs the coming rain,
He knows what each will bring forth,
And turns it to his gain.

A Prince without a Sword,
A Ruler without a Throne;
Israel follows his quest.
In every land a guest,
Of many lands a lord,
In no land King is he.

But the Fifth Great River keeps
The secret of Her deeps
For Israel alone,
As it was ordered to be.

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emdrone
Jul. 16th, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)
1. Churchill to Roosevelt
17 October, 1943.
My dear Mr. President, I am sending you with this letter two small unpublished works of Rudyard Kipling which I think I mentioned to you. Similar copies were given to me recently by the President of the Royal College of Surgeons of England on the occasion of my admission as an Honorary Fellow of the College, and I thought that you would like to have both books for your library. I understand that Mrs. Kipling decided not to publish them in case they should lead to controversy and it is therefore important that their existence should not become known and that there should be no public reference to this gift.
THE BURDEN OF JERUSALEM by Kipling
But Abram said unto Sarah "Behold the maid is in thy hand. Do to her as it pleaseth thee." And when Sarai dealt hardly with she fled from her face. (Genesis XVI. 6.)

In ancient days
and deserts wild
There rose a feud-
still unsubdued-
Twixt Sarah's son
and Hagar ' s child
That centred round Jerusalem.

(while underneath
the timeless bough
Of Mamre's oak,
mid stranger- folk
The Patriarch slumbered
and his spouse
Nor dreamed about Jerusalem).

For Ashmael lived
where he was born,
And pastured there
in tents of hair
Among the Camel
and the Thorn-
Beersheba, south Jerusalem.

But Israel sought
employ and food
At Pharoah's knees,
till Rameses
Dismissed his plaguey multitude,
with curses,
Toward Jerusalem.

Across the wilderness
they came,
And launched their horde
O'er Jordan's ford
And blazed the road
by sack and flame
To Jebusite Jerusalem.

Then Kings and Judges
ruled the land,
And did not well by Israel,
Till Babylonia took a hand,
And drove them from Jerusalem.

And Cyrus sent them back anew,
To carry on as they had done,
Till angry Titus overthrew
The fabric of Jerusalem.

Then they were scattered
north and west,
While each Crusade
more certain made
That Hagar's vengeful
son possessed
Mohamedan Jerusalem.

Where lshmael held
his desert state,
And framed a creed
to serve his need.-
'Allah-hu-Akbar!
God is Great!"
He preached it in Jerusalem.

And every realm
they wandered through
Rose, far or near,
in hate or fear,
And robbed and tortured,
chased and slew,
The outcasts of Jerusalem.

So ran their doom-
half seer, half slave-
And ages passed,
and at the last
They stood beside
each tyrant's grave,
And whispered of Jerusalem.

We do not know
what God attends
The Unloved Race
in every place
Where they amass
their dividends
From Riga to Jerusalem;

But all the course
of,Time makes clear
To every one
(except the Hun)
It does not pay to interfere
With Cohen from Jerusalem.

For, 'neath the Rabbi's,
Curls and fur.
(Or Scents and rings
of movie-Kings)
The aloof,
unleavened blood of Ur,
Broods steadfast on Jerusalem.

Where Ishmael bides
in his own place -
A robber bold,
as was foretold,
To stand before
his brother's face
The wolf without Jerusalem:

And burthened Gentiles
o'er the main
Must bear the weight
of Israel's hate
Because he is not
brought again
In triumph to Jerusalem.

Yet he who bred the
unending strife
And was not brave
enough to save
The Bondsmaid from
the furious wife,
He wrought thy woe, Jerusalem!


3. Kipling died in 1936 so
" But all the course
of,Time makes clear
To every one
(except the Hun)
It does not pay to interfere
With Cohen from Jerusalem."

was amazingly prophetic ,no wonder Churchill and Roosevelt found it good for a laugh .Mrs Kipling was afraid to publish the poems.
shkrobius
Jul. 16th, 2006 10:16 pm (UTC)
Jews in Sushan (1891)
http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/prose/LifesHandicap/jewsshushan.html
One of the most sympathetic, touching portrayals of a Jew in entire Victorian literature. To me, this story goes a long way in explaining lack of anti-Semitism in Kipling's writing. He did not grow up in Britain.
(Anonymous)
Jul. 17th, 2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
куда забавнее поразмыслить о том
что случится когда Демократы окончательно станут антисемитской партией.
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