The Beginner
Lo! What is this that I make, sudden, supreme, unrehearsed, This that my clutch in the crowd pressed at a venture has raised? Forward and onward I sprang when I thought (as I ought) I reversed, And a cab like martagon opes and I sit in the wreckage dazed. And someone is taking my name, and the driver is rending the air With cries for my blood and my gold, and a snickering news-boy brings My cap, wheel-pashed from the kerb. I must run her home for repair, Where she leers with her bonnet awry, flat on the nether springs!
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"Lo! What is this that I make, sudden, supreme, unrehearsed, ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Rudyard Kipling delivers a powerful performance in "The Beginner"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...