Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Dead Men's Love - Poem by Rupert Brooke


There was a damned successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun.
And they were dead. They did not know it.
They did not know their time was done.
They did not know his hymns
Were silence; and her limbs,
That had served Love so well,
Dust, and a filthy smell.

And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm.

So knee to knee they sped again,
And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
Across the streets of Hell . . .
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes.


Comments about Dead Men's Love by Rupert Brooke

  • (7/24/2015 5:26:00 PM)


    ..........most excellent, I enjoyed ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (9/28/2014 3:31:00 PM)


    (guessing) like Romeo and Juliet, the couple has been told that they are forbidden to be together.
    Maybe by Dad or something like that. But they get together anyway, and it's great, but the warning is followed through with, leaving them with nothing.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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