Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

41. The Busy Heart 1/3/2003
42. Libido 12/31/2002
43. The Chilterns 1/3/2003
44. Mary And Gabriel 12/31/2002
45. Life Beyond, The 12/31/2002
46. The Call 1/3/2003
47. Hauntings 12/31/2002
48. The Fish 1/3/2003
49. Unfortunate 12/31/2002
50. Kindliness 12/31/2002
51. Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour 1/13/2003
52. Night Journey, The 12/31/2002
53. The Way That Lovers Use 1/3/2003
54. The Wayfarers 1/3/2003
55. Waikiki 12/31/2002
56. One Day 12/31/2002
57. Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body 12/31/2002
58. Way That Lovers Use, The 12/31/2002
59. The Great Lover 1/3/2003
60. Tiare Tahiti 12/31/2002
61. The Night Journey 1/3/2003
62. Goddess In The Wood, The 12/31/2002
63. Retrospect 12/31/2002
64. Second Best 12/31/2002
65. Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody 12/31/2002
66. Home 12/31/2002
67. There's Wisdom In Women 12/31/2002
68. Doubts 12/31/2002
69. Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 1/13/2003
70. Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True 12/31/2002
71. Paralysis 12/31/2002
72. Menelaus And Helen 12/31/2002
73. Failure 12/31/2002
74. Success 12/31/2002
75. Choriambics I 1/3/2003
76. Finding 12/31/2002
77. Dust 12/31/2002
78. He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her 12/31/2002
79. Sleeping Out: Full Moon 1/3/2003
80. Hill, The 12/31/2002

Comments about Rupert Brooke

  • Ian Fraser (10/19/2009 2:47:00 PM)

    Rupert Brooke's poetry gained an undeserved reputation after WWI for jingoism and a simplistic view of war. However, reading this and other poems it is clear that Brooke never glorified war as Tennyson had for, example, in the celebrated Charge of the Light Brigade, merely the heroism of those who fought in it. This poem is a simple elegy of loss and, notwithstanding the more famous, The Soldier, perhaps the best he wrote.

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  • Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Dallaire (10/19/2009 9:24:00 AM)

    1914 the dead
    A great poem & an astounding memorian for the dead soldiers.

Best Poem of Rupert Brooke

1914 V: The Soldier

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
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

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 ...

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Call, The

Out of the nothingness of sleep,
The slow dreams of Eternity,
There was a thunder on the deep:
I came, because you called to me.

I broke the Night's primeval bars,
I dared the old abysmal curse,
And flashed through ranks of frightened stars
Suddenly on the universe!

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