poet Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke

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  • Colin Newberry (8/24/2020 5:36:00 PM)

    ..there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England...
    That's how a feel living in Bavaria. Also born in Rugby, Railway Terrace, over a toys shop, overlooking the marketplace. Hello everybody

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  • Gorda me (1/5/2020 6:22:00 AM)

    Very nice poet indeed

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  • Marjoh (1/4/2020 3:09:00 PM)

    Poem where he writes about things he loves while in the trenches

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  • Katie (10/1/2019 11:36:00 AM)

    Does anyone know the poem where Rupert Brooke writes about the things he remembers and loves/holds dear to consciously bring to mind when in the trenches, to make things feel better?

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Best Poem of Rupert Brooke

1914 Iv: The Dead

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering ...

Read the full of 1914 Iv: The Dead

The Treasure

When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again
With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries
Behind the gateways of the brain;
And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:—

Still may Time hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store