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Rupert Brooke
1914 V: The Soldier - Poem by Rupert Brooke
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.
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the poem is full of emotions and feelings. (Report) Reply
I will recite this poem for a soldier freinds at his funeral. The words I could not find my friend for I am proud to call you my friend. (Report) Reply
Can moveone to tears (Report) Reply
I am soldier... Reading this poem gives me a kind of inner filling.I love it (Report) Reply
i feel for this poem it is really good (Report) Reply
One of my favorite war poems (Report) Reply
ahhhhhhhhh so sad they manipulate men (Report) Reply
A beautiful poem really reflects on the reality of war (Report) Reply
My grandad 👴 was in the war it was so sad that all of the soliders died. (Report) Reply
A beautiful poem, about a horrific subject, unfortunately, as today, young men were brainwashed into believing that what they were doing was right, noble, heroic, for their country, but also, as today, they were just cannon fodder! (Report) Reply
I like what you have wrote James Sebastian
tom allport
sad poem of misled wishful thinking? surely not just English heavens above? (Report) Reply
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
Patriotism occupying the whole being of the soldier manifested through a great patriotic song. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply
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
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
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
Her flowers to love
Breathing English air! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply
I like what you wrote Edward Kofi Louis and that it is really a good thing to say
A poem from a highly patriotic poet...well written- 10 (Report) Reply
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Nice poem... Thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply