Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke (1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

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Poems by Rupert Brooke : 5 / 118

1914 V: The Soldier - Poem by Rupert Brooke

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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke

Poems by Rupert Brooke : 5 / 118

Tom Allport (1/8/2017 6:14:00 AM)
tom allport
sad poem of misled wishful thinking? surely not just English heavens above? (Report) Reply
Jayatissa K. Liyanage (11/27/2016 12:14:00 AM)
1914 V: The Soldier
Were the sentiments of the soldier fair and genuine? .......... Patriotism is something good.But, for what purpose one has to die in the name of the country is a question. Very much thought provoking. (Report) Reply
Ratnakar Mandlik (11/26/2016 10:35:00 PM)

Patriotism occupying the whole being of the soldier manifested through a great patriotic song. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply
Michael Morgan (11/26/2016 9:26:00 PM)
This kind of sentiment allows war.
This kind of sentiment permits war. Were it any country other than England, this sentiment would be thought vile. When will people wake up. What this rather unanalytical poet never guessed is that his own country's policies brought on his demise. Or if he realized it, he didn't care. Such sentiments make good copy, though. Revolting. For shame. There'll always be an England. (Report) Reply
Michael Morgan (11/26/2016 9:16:00 PM)
This kind of sentiment causes war.
This kind of sentiment causes war. Were it any other country invoked than England, it would be considered reprehensible. What this rather dense poet didn't realize is that his countries policies caused his demise. Sentiments like these make good copy, though. (Report) Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul (11/26/2016 8:32:00 PM)

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.... fine depiction. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks. (Report) Reply
Edward Kofi Louis (11/26/2016 3:40:00 AM)
Her flowers to love
Breathing English air! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply
Indira Renganathan (11/26/2016 1:42:00 AM)

A poem from a highly patriotic poet...well written- 10 (Report) Reply
Bernard F. Asuncion (11/26/2016 12:49:00 AM)

A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

Nice poem... Thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply
Thomas Hudson (3/25/2016 1:56:00 PM)

i love my country and all that have or are or will serve (Report) Reply
Wilfred Sassysoon (2/10/2016 4:38:00 AM)

Thanks Mitch Sassoon likes licking spoons is now my favourite poem. (Report) Reply
Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:37:00 PM)

http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/sassoon-likes-licking-spoons/ (Report) Reply
Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:32:00 PM)

My language down below:

אם אני צריך למות, חושב רק זה ממני:
כי יש איזה פאת שדה זרה
כלומר לנצח אנגליה. לא יהיו
בתוך אותה קרקע עשירה אבק עשיר נסתר,
אבק מי נשא אנגליה, בצורה, מודע,
נתן, פעם, לה פרחים לאהוב, דרכיה לשוטט,
גוף של אנגליה, נושמי אוויר אנגלית,
שטף על נהרות, Blest ידי שמשות של הבית.

ולחשוב, הלב הזה, כל רע לשפוך משם,
דופק במוחו הנצחי, לא פחות
נותנות איפשהו בחזרה את המחשבות על ידי אנגליה הנתונות;
המראות והקולות שלה; חלומות מאושרים כמו יומה;
וצחוק, נודע חברים; ועדינות,
בשנת לבבות בשלום, תחת שמים אנגלים. (Report) Reply
Valentin Savin (9/1/2015 11:14:00 AM)

Below is my translation into Russian of Ruprt Brook's poem The Soldier

Валентин САВИН
(мои переводы)
Руперт Брук
Солдат
Случись мне умереть, скажу я вам,
Что есть мне уголок - в чужих краях,
Что Англиею будет и что там,
В богатой той земле сокрыт мой прах;
Прах Англии, где рос и жил, мужал.
Любил цветы, объездил белый свет;
Плод Англии и Англией дышал,
Омыт рекой и солнышком согрет.

Был тем, чьё сердце не терпело зла,
Чей пульс пребудет здесь и навсегда.
С мечтой об Англии родной, где б ни был;
Её краса и песнь, что с ним жила.
И смех друзей, и нежность, и беда
Найдёт покой свой под английским небом.
Translated by Valentin Savin (Report) Reply

Wilfred Sassysoon (2/10/2016 4:41:00 AM)
no one needs to hear it in russian

Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:33:00 PM)
Plz take this down very racist.
Valentin Savin (6/16/2015 8:28:00 AM)

A nice patriotic poem. The Soldier is a young man who is ready to sacrifice his life for the welfare of his country, which born, brought him up and sent to fight any would be enemy of his beloved England. Не is sure that his death will not be invain. And that he won't be forgotten and will lay in foreign land in hearts at peace, under an English heaven. (Report) Reply

Valentin Savin (9/1/2015 11:17:00 AM)
Russian translation by Valentin Savin

Валентин САВИН
(мои переводы)
Руперт Брук
Солдат
Случись мне умереть, скажу я вам,
Что есть мне уголок - в чужих краях,
Что Англиею будет и что там,
В богатой той земле сокрыт мой прах;
Прах Англии, где рос и жил, мужал.
Любил цветы, объездил белый свет;
Плод Англии и Англией дышал,
Омыт рекой и солнышком согрет.

Был тем, чьё сердце не терпело зла,
Чей пульс пребудет здесь и навсегда.
С мечтой об Англии родной, где б ни был;
Её краса и песнь, что с ним жила.
И смех друзей, и нежность, и беда
Найдёт покой свой под английским небом.
John Richter (2/6/2015 12:05:00 PM)

Rupert did die in that war.... Which certainly involved England. You must imagine a man sitting in a trench with his paper and pen, watching men die, screaming in most horrible ways. Then think if he wondered what it was that brought him to that place. Of course it was the love of his country, of everything he knew, the great love for family and friends, and their shared respect for peace. Then I think we could conclude if this is as good or lesser than any of his other poems. I think it is exactly marvelous and touching, as I feel exactly the same about my own country. (Report) Reply

Ian Baillieu (4/20/2015 5:20:00 PM)
Rupert Brooke was never in a trench. He joined the Navy. He saw action (remotely) on just one day, when his ship helped evacuations from Antwerp. He died from blood poisoning from a mosquito bite on board his ship which was on its way to support the Allied landings in Gallipoli which took place two days later.

Ian Baillieu (4/20/2015 5:18:00 PM)
Rupert Brooke was never in a trench. He joined the Navy. He saw action (remotely) on just one day, when he ship helped evacuations from Antwerp. He died from blood poisoning from an insect bite on his ship which was on its way to support the Allied landings at Gallipoli which took place two days later.
Pakshal Patel (9/20/2014 2:24:00 PM)

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Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/20/2014 2:12:00 AM)

British sun never set , why this poem says a lot about it, it is a brave and dignified praise for the land where he born (Report) Reply
* Sunprincess * (6/18/2014 12:10:00 PM)

.............England is a great land....and one of my dreams is to visit there someday.....enjoyed this wonderful poem.... (Report) Reply
Stephen W (4/12/2014 7:22:00 PM)

Not as good as the previous one, The Dead II. Though beautifully written, it is somewhat vain and affected. It wasn't an English war, anyway. (Report) Reply