‘The Ballad of East and West’ , by Rudyard Kipling

The Ballad of East and West , by Rudyard Kipling

“Oh, East is East and West is West,and never the twain shall meet,

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;

But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,

When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!

– Rudyard Kipling (1889)

The first line is frequently used to suggest that two different types of people or things cannot exist side by side or find commonalities, it being beyond doubt that geographic points of the compass will never meet. However, ironically, the significance of Kipling’s poem is that two when intelligent and principled men from diverse cultures meet they can appreciate and respect each other, since where they come from, the accidents of their birth, their nationality, race, or family, are inconsequential. In this context Kipling regarding Asians and the European as one and the same.

New Year’s Eve: Ireland’s last sunset of 2013

The last sunset of 2013 in Ireland - Dun Laoghaire
“Shedding its final gold of the old year..” The last sunset of 2013 in Ireland – Dun Laoghaire

Shedding its final gold of the old year

Amid fading crepuscular glimpses

The setting sun sinks into obscurity uncharted.

In the hushed stillness below the starlight the closing stages slowly but surely tick down to the peals of Midnight.

A fresh breeze in anticipation of sunrise at what time the first bird impatiently sings the dreams of a new dawn.


Happy New Year!!

When can their glory fade?

In hibernation no more
Quench your thirst
The moment is ripe.
Above the hallowed Cardiff turf
Be of good courage
Break through the line

Follow the Celtic roar.
Bring on the Grand Slam!!

Wales Vs Ireland, Millennium Stadium, Cardiff
21st March, 17.30 hrs (GMT)

The Irish invasion of Wales has begun…


The ensuing Grand Slam victory (Wales 15 Ireland 17), and the feel good factor of this amazing win has Ireland abuzz with talk of lifting the gloom, kick-starting the economy and routing the recession. You know what? This might even be the case.

I had been hungry all the years

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine. 

‘Twas this on table I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘twas so new, 
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted near the sod.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.

Emily Dickinson