The Five Nations, Volume I — Context and Discussion
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re was never a hand to toll, When they made me guard of the bay, And moored me over the shoal. I rock, I reel, and I roll-- My four great hammers ply-- Could I speak or be still at the Church’s will? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not I!
The landward marks have failed, The fog-bank glides unguessed, The seaward lights are veiled, The spent deep feigns her rest: But my ear is laid to her breast, I lift to the swell--I cry! Could I wait in sloth on the Church’s oath? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not I!
At the careless end of night I thrill to the nearing screw; I turn in the nearing light And I call to the drowsy crew; And the mud boils foul and blue As the blind bow backs away. Will they give me their thanks if they clear the banks? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not they!
The beach-pools cake and skim, The bursting spray-heads freeze, I gather on crown and rim The grey, grained ice of the seas, Where, sheathed from bitt to trees, The plunging colliers lie. Would I barter my place for the Church’s grace? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not I!
Through the blur of the whirling snow, Or the black of the inky sleet, The lanterns gather and grow, And I look for the homeward fleet. Rattle of block and sheet-- ‘Ready about--stand by!’ Shall I ask them a fee ere they fetch the quay? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not I!
I dip and I surge and I swing In the rip of the racing tide, By the gates of doom I sing, On the horns of death I ride. A ship-length overside, Between the course and the sand, Fretted and bound I bide Peril whereof I cry. Would I change with my brother a league inland? (_Shoal! ’Ware shoal!_) Not I!
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire, Accost and decoy to our masters’ desire.
Now pray you consider what toils we endure, Night-walking wet sea-lanes, a guard and a lure; Since half of our trade is that same pretty sort As mettlesome wenches do practise in port.
For this is our office: to spy and make room, As hiding yet guiding the foe to their doom; Surrounding, confounding, to bait and betray And tempt them to battle the seas’ width away.
The pot-bellied merchant foreboding no wrong With headlight and sidelight he lieth along, Till, lightless and lightfoot and lurking, leap we To force him discover his business by sea.
And when we have wakened the lust of a foe, To draw him by flight toward our bullies we go, Till, ’ware of strange smoke stealing nearer, he flies-- Or our bullies close in for to make him good prize.
So, when we have spied on the path of their host, One flieth to carry that word to the coast; And, lest by false doubling they turn and go free, One lieth behind them to follow and see.
Anon we return, being gathered again, Across the sad valleys all drabbled with rain-- Across the grey ridges all crispèd and curled-- To join the long dance round the curve of the world.
The bitter salt spindrift: the sun-glare likewise: The moon-track a-quiver bewilders our eyes, Where, linking and lifting, our sisters we hail ’Twixt wrench of cross-surges or plunge of head-gale.
As maidens awaiting the bride to come forth Make play with light jestings and wit of no worth, So, widdershins circling the bride-bed of death, Each fleereth her neighbour and signeth and saith:--
‘What see ye? Their signals, or levin afar? ‘What hear ye? God’s thunder, or guns of our war? ‘What mark ye? Their smoke, or the cloud-rack outblown? ‘What chase ye? Their lights, or the Daystar low down?’
So, times past all number deceived by false shows, Deceiving we cumber the road of our foes, For this is our virtue: to track and betray; Preparing great battles a sea’s width away.
_Now peace is at end and our peoples take heart, For the laws are clean gone that restrainèd our art; Up and down the near headlands and against the far wind We are loosed (O be swift!) to the work of our kind!_
THE DESTROYERS [Page 13]
_The strength of twice three thousand horse That seek the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The hate that swings the whole: The stripped hulls, slinking through the gloom, At gaze and gone again-- The Brides of Death that wait the groom-- The Choosers of the Slain!_
Rudyard Kipling's The Five Nations, Volume I (1903) opens with a dedication that sets a tone of foreboding and prophetic weight, employing meteorological imagery—'wavering gusts,' 'herded sea in wrath'—to frame the poems as heralds of larger forces. The collection's thirty-two poems range from naval ballads like 'The Bell Buoy' to elegies for figures such as Cecil Rhodes and General Joubert, and meditations on labor in 'The Wage-Slaves.' Kipling's diction is often concrete and technical, as in 'The Palace,' where he uses masonry terms ('quoins,' 'ashlars') to build an allegory of succession and humility. The verse forms vary from the tight quatrains of 'The Burial' to the anaphoric refrains of 'The Wage-Slaves,' reflecting a deliberate craft that matches subject to structure.
Diction of Duty and Labor
Across the collection, Kipling repeatedly returns to the language of work, payment, and obligation. In 'The Wage-Slaves,' the refrain 'the work / For which they drew the wage' is hammered through multiple stanzas, each time shifting the context from simple labor to a near-sacred calling. The poem's final lines elevate the worker to 'Men like to Gods,' yet the diction remains plain—'simple, sheer, sufficing, sane'—avoiding ornate praise. Similarly, 'The Palace' uses the lexicon of construction: 'decreed and dug down to my levels,' 'tumbled his quoins and his ashlars.' The speaker is a 'Master proven and skilled,' but the poem's moral turns on reading the 'heart of that builder’s heart' in the ruins, suggesting that even skilled work is part of a longer chain. This focus on the concrete acts of building, sailing, or soldiering gives the poems a tactile quality, grounding abstract imperial themes in specific verbs and materials.
Elegy and Commemoration
Kipling's elegies in this volume are notable for their restraint and their focus on legacy rather than personal grief. 'The Burial' for Cecil Rhodes avoids sentimentality, instead emphasizing Rhodes as a 'Power that wrought on us' and a 'Dreamer devout' whose 'travail of his spirit bred / Cities in place of speech.' The poem's final couplet—'Living he was the land, and dead, / His soul shall be her soul!'—uses the possessive 'her' to link Rhodes to a national identity, but the abstraction keeps the figure at a distance. In 'General Joubert,' the tone is even more spare: 'He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; / But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life / To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.' The acknowledgment of futility ('knew the gift was vain') is striking, and the poem ends with a promise of future respect, not triumph. These elegies function less as personal memorials than as meditations on how individuals are absorbed into larger historical narratives.
Verse Forms and Structural Choices
Kipling employs a variety of metrical and stanzaic forms across the collection, each chosen to suit the poem's subject. 'The White Horses' uses a galloping anapestic rhythm to evoke the movement of waves: 'As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, / ... / So we drove through the dark to the deep-voiced brine.' The short lines and frequent rhymes create a sense of speed and urgency. In contrast, 'The Dykes' employs a more measured iambic meter, with longer lines that mirror the patient labor of maintaining sea walls. 'The Palace' is written in a loose hexameter, its conversational tone punctuated by the italicized inscription 'After me cometh a Builder. Tell him, I too have known.' This shift in typography signals a voice from the past, breaking the poem's surface. Kipling also uses refrains effectively: 'The Wage-Slaves' repeats its closing line in each stanza, while 'The Broken Men' uses a recurring question structure. These formal choices are not decorative but functional, reinforcing the poems' themes of repetition, endurance, and cyclical history.
Setting and the Imperial Landscape
Kipling's settings in The Five Nations range from the English countryside to colonial frontiers, often using specific geographical details to anchor abstract themes. 'Sussex' opens with a declaration of attachment: 'God gave all men all earth to love, / But since our hearts are small, / Ordained for each one spot should prove / Beloved over all.' The poem then catalogs the county's features—'the wooded dimness,' 'the naked chalk'—in a tone of personal affection rare in the collection. By contrast, 'The Explorer' describes a journey into unknown territory, with lines like 'Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges— / Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go.' The imperative mood and the repeated 'Go' create a sense of restless movement. 'The Sea and the Hills' shifts to a maritime setting, using the sea as a figure for both freedom and danger. These settings are not merely backdrops but active elements that shape the poems' arguments about empire, belonging, and the costs of expansion.
Readers approaching The Five Nations, Volume I will find a collection that rewards attention to Kipling's craft—his choice of meter, his use of technical vocabulary, and his structuring of stanzas. The poems do not form a unified narrative but rather a set of variations on themes of work, empire, and memory. The Boer War elegies and the poems of colonial expansion should be read with an awareness of their historical context, but Kipling's linguistic precision and formal control offer pleasures independent of their politics. This volume is best read as a sequence, allowing the contrasts between poems to emerge.
Sometimes, when I hold Kipling’s Five Nations, I think of another old friend, the Divine Comedy, Cary's Translation, Complete — Themes and Context. Both speak of a hard road traveled, of duties met under a heavy sun. One feels the dust of the veldt; the other, the dim air of the inferno. Both, quietly, know the weight of a soul’s own labor.
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