Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

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
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Comments about 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

  • (1/29/2018 1:35:00 PM)

    i feel for this poem it is really good (Report) Reply

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  • (1/23/2018 2:28:00 PM)

    One of my favorite war poems (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2017 5:05:00 AM)

    ahhhhhhhhh so sad they manipulate men (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2017 12:27:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem really reflects on the reality of war (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2017 11:15:00 AM)

    My grandad 👴 was in the war it was so sad that all of the soliders died. (Report) Reply

  • James Sebastiani (10/30/2017 7:18:00 AM)

    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

    (11/18/2017 11:16:00 AM)

    I like what you have wrote James Sebastian

  • 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

  • (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

  • (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

  • (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.
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  • 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

    (11/18/2017 11:17:00 AM)

    I like what you wrote Edward Kofi Louis and that it is really a good thing to say

  • 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....
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  • Thomas Hudson (3/25/2016 1:56:00 PM)

    i love my country and all that have or are or will serve (Report) Reply

  • (2/10/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    Thanks Mitch Sassoon likes licking spoons is now my favourite poem. (Report) Reply

  • (2/9/2016 7:37:00 PM)

    http: // (Report) Reply

  • (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
    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
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    (2/10/2016 4:41:00 AM)

    no one needs to hear it in russian

    (2/9/2016 7:33:00 PM)

    Plz take this down very racist.

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