I Counsel You Beware
As is the case with Diffugere nives, this poem was not published until after the poet's death (at age 77, three months after Kipling).
Housman's verse generates strong reactions. Some find it irresistible; some find it repellent. I am in the former category.
Housman was solitary, melancholy, and a stone atheist. Classical scholarship — mainly on the Latin authors — was his whole life. Other scholars in that field revered him, and I think still do.
My favorite Housman story, again.
Solipsism is the philosophical expression of extreme egoism. A solipsist believes that nothing exists but his own mental states. All else, including other human beings, is dream-stuff generated somehow by the one mind — his.
As a philosophical doctrine, solipsism is not very respectable because of its utter nihilism. The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy includes no entry for "solipsism" in its table of contents. The Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy, a different source, does have an entry under "Solipsism and the Problem of Other Minds," from which:
No great philosopher has espoused solipsism. As a theory, if indeed it can be termed such, it is clearly very far removed from common sense. In view of this, it might reasonably be asked why the problem of solipsism should receive any philosophical attention …
Bertrand Russell, in an article he wrote for a popular magazine, passed a remark about the impossibility of being a true, rational solipsist. Among the correspondence he received about the article was a letter from a lady who wrote: "You are wrong, Professor Russell. It certainly is possible to be a rational solipsist. I myself am one such, and I know many others who think as I do."
Whatever may be the case with solipsistic persons, solipsistic verse is a very tiny category. This is, so far as I know, its only gem.
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Good creatures, do you love your lives
And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
That cost me eighteen pence.
I need but stick it in my heart
And down will come the sky,
And earth's foundations will depart
And all you folk will die.