Angutivaun Taina

Poem By Rudyard Kipling

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the yelping dog-teams go;
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!

We tracked our seal to his secret place,
We heard him scratch below,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
Out on the edge of the floe.

We raised our lance when he rose to breathe,
We drove it downward--so!
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
Out on the edge of the floe.

Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,
Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
Back from the edge of the floe!

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the loaded dog-teams go;
And the wives ran hear their men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!

Comments about Angutivaun Taina

Through stormy night and beautiful) sunny day (woe and well the poem has been written may be mastermind writing
Trouble, joy, suffering due to ice-floe, slid during spring nicely painted
You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours
Very expressive poetry by sir Rudyard kipling.....! ! ! !
A beautifully written honest piece which had me imagining the grasping cold breaths. The bravery the honesty of the hunt. Where all are vulnerable and trying to provide for there loved ones with a triumphant return. I hate the food cycle but its a necessary way. This beats all the hypocrisy of waltzing through a supermarket oblivious of how and who wrapped it in cellophane. I think this is beautifully written and the chant goes towards the strengthening heave ho of a group.


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