If By Rudyard Kipling Barnwood Floating Frame Vintage Style Poem Hand Typed
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Humor-ous Description: Display a piece of classic literature with its age and character intact. A unique addition to anyone's den, office, study, foyer, billiard room, or ballroom. Or maybe you want it in the bathroom, and hey, who am I to judge? I could go on and on trying to combine complicated adjectives to motivate you to purchase my product, in fact I wish I could. But I can't. I'm too busy doing things like trying to age paper without it disintegrating in my hands, or getting my ...fingers stuck in the mechanism of a 71 year-old death-trap of a typewriter. (Wall behind poem not included.)
Humor-less Description: I've hand typed (by means of a 1947 Smith & Corona typewriter) one of my favorites by Rudyard Kipling. The very well known poem, "If". It's typed on paper I have personally aged through my own multi-staged process.PLEASE NOTE: Each poem might look a little different since each poem is hand aged.Poem reads:
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!Tags: framed barnwood poetry antique vintage classic distressed typewriter typewritten antiqued
Humor-less Description: I've hand typed (by means of a 1947 Smith & Corona typewriter) one of my favorites by Rudyard Kipling. The very well known poem, "If". It's typed on paper I have personally aged through my own multi-staged process.PLEASE NOTE: Each poem might look a little different since each poem is hand aged.Poem reads:
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!Tags: framed barnwood poetry antique vintage classic distressed typewriter typewritten antiqued
