Rupert John Cornford
Rupert John Cornford (27 December 1915 – 28 December 1936) was an English poet and communist. He was the son of F. M. Cornford and Frances Cornford, and was through his mother a great-grandson of the naturalist Charles Darwin.
He was born in Cambridge, and named after Rupert Brooke, who was a friend of his parents, but preferred to use his second name. He was educated at Stowe School and Trinity College, Cambridge. As an undergraduate, reading history, he joined the Communist Party of Great Britain. He was two or three years younger than the group of Trinity College communists including Guy Burgess, Donald Maclean, Kim Philby and James Klugmann.
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Rupert John Cornford Poems
[To Margot Heinemann]
Heart of the heartless world, Dear heart, the thought of you Is the pain at my side, The shadow that chills my view.
Full Moon At Tierz: Before The Storming ...
The past, a glacier, gripped the mountain wall, And time was inches, dark was all. But here it scales the end of the range,
A Letter from Aragon
This is a quiet sector of a quiet front. We buried Ruiz in a new pine coffin, But the shroud was too small and his washed feet stuck out. The stink of his corpse came through the clean pine boards
Sergei Mironovitch Kirov
Nothing is ever certain, nothing is ever safe, To-day is overturning yesterday's settled good. Everything dying keeps a hungry grip on life. Nothing is ever born without screaming and blood.
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[To Margot Heinemann]
Heart of the heartless world,
Dear heart, the thought of you
Is the pain at my side,
The shadow that chills my view.
The wind rises in the evening,
Reminds that autumn's near.
I am afraid to lose you,
I am afraid of my fear.
On the last mile to Huesca,
The last fence for our pride,
Think so kindly, dear, that I
Sense you at my side.
And if bad luck should lay my strength
Into the shallow grave,
Remember all the good you can;
Don't forget my love.
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