Rupert Brooke

Warwickshire / England
Rupert Brooke
Warwickshire / England
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A Letter To A Live Poet

Rating: 3.1
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse,
Blind with much light, passed to the light more glorious
Or deeper blindness, no man's hand, as thine,
Has, on the world's most noblest chord of song,
Struck certain magic strains. Ears satiate
With the clamorous, timorous whisperings of to-day,
Thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice
And serene unterrance of old. We heard
-- With rapturous breath half-held, as a dreamer dreams
Who dares not know it dreaming, lest he wake --
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The poem letter is thought well. Thank you for the poem learned. Congratulations! .
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Mary Skarpathiotaki 07 July 2018
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Dr Antony Theodore 07 July 2018
Ears satiate With the clamorous, timorous whisperings of to-day, Thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice. a great poem indeed.. thank u. tony
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Adrian Flett 07 July 2018
The true music of verse,
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Robert Murray Smith 07 July 2018
To be kind this poem drowned itself.
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