Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Failure - Poem by Rupert Brooke


Because God put His adamantine fate
Between my sullen heart and its desire,
I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate,
Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire.
Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy,
But Love was as a flame about my feet;
Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat
Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry --

All the great courts were quiet in the sun,
And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown
Over the glassy pavement, and begun
To creep within the dusty council-halls.
An idle wind blew round an empty throne
And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls.


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  • (4/15/2014 3:48:00 PM)


    Is this a questioning of God? Interesting.... :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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