Rupert Brooke (1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)
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1914 I: Peace
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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Emotion is not left behind. Nice
a very beautiful poem to kick start a day here in South Africa
This poem is a wonderful example of an excellent message and the bonus is - it is so well-written!
wonderful job. I really appreciate it.
I always enjoy the poem of the day...
Real dour poem of the foreboding coming of WW 1.
The poem reflects the mood of World War I in the way poet feels about it! Horrible time is devoid of love and the love shown is empty is very much striking!
'all the little emptiness of love' - what a horrid phrase!
A poem very much of its time - but there's a typo here. The first line should read 'Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, ' not 'watched', which makes no sense if you think about it.
I like this poem keep them comimg