Sixty Poems
The 1907 Nobel Prize laureate Rudyard Kipling is one of the lions of the English literary history. His work, particularly his poetry, has inspired countless authors, most of whom seem to end up writing mil-sf for Baen.
I'm afraid I don't like his work much. His novels, in as far as I've tried to read them, like The Light that Failed failed to do anything for me; and his poetry, as entombed in this particular little volume seemes to me rather boring. Staid even.
I don't deny Kipling is possessed of an easy facility with language, and perhaps even with a wit that you might like if you don't prefer reading something that springs forth from a less jaundiced mouth.
And I dislike the abuse of dialect spellings, as in M'Andrews Hymn (1893) very much. So, no more Kipling for me -- leaves me time to explore other, possibly inferior, authors that nevertheless suit me better.