Saturday, 8 September 2012

Tubal and Jubal by Rudyard Kipling

Jubal sang of the wrath of God and the curse of thistle and thorn,
But Tubal got him a pointed rod and scrabbled in the earth for corn.
Old, old is that early mold, young as the sprouting grain,
Yearly greed is the strife between,
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the new found sea and the love that it's waves divide,
But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree and passed to the further side.
Black, black as the hurricane rack, salt as the undermain, 
Bitter and cold is the hate they hold,
Between Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the golden years when wars and wounds shall cease,
But Tubal fashioned the hand flung spears and showed his neighbours peace.
New, new as the nine point two, older than Lamak slain,
Roaring and loud is the feud avowed,
Twix Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar and the peaks that none may crown,
But Tubal clamored by junk and scar and there he built him a town.
High, high as the snow sheds lie, low as the cold rich drain,
Wherever they be, they can never agree,
Jubal and Tubal Cain!


  1. I enjoyed reading that poem Daniel, lovely flow of words. Blessed Mabon...)O(... ^_^