Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

81. Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening 1/3/2003
82. Dawn 5/10/2001
83. Failure 12/31/2002
84. Success 12/31/2002
85. Love 12/31/2002
86. Seaside 12/31/2002
87. Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester 12/31/2002
88. Fish, The 12/31/2002
89. Desertion 12/31/2002
90. Choriambics Ii 1/3/2003
91. Jealousy 12/31/2002
92. Chilterns, The 12/31/2002
93. Safety 1/1/2004
94. Peace 1/1/2004
95. The Little Dog's Day 1/13/2003
96. Heaven 12/31/2002
97. Day And Night 5/10/2001
98. Charm, The 12/31/2002
99. Day That I Have Loved 12/31/2002
100. The Treasure 1/3/2003
101. Great Lover, The 12/31/2002
102. Blue Evening 5/10/2001
103. Busy Heart, The 12/31/2002
104. Clouds 5/10/2001
105. Ante Aram 5/10/2001
106. Dead Men's Love 12/31/2002
107. Beginning, The 12/31/2002
108. Call, The 12/31/2002
109. And Love Has Changed To Kindliness 12/31/2002
110. 1914 Ii: Safety 1/3/2003
111. A Letter To A Live Poet 5/10/2001
112. 1914 Iii: The Dead 1/3/2003
113. A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) 5/10/2001
114. A Channel Passage 5/10/2001
115. Beauty And Beauty 5/10/2001
116. 1914 Iv: The Dead 1/3/2003
117. 1914 I: Peace 1/3/2003
118. 1914 V: The Soldier 1/3/2003

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.

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Best Poem of Rupert Brooke

A Channel Passage

The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew
I must think hard of something, or be sick;
And could think hard of only one thing -- YOU!
You, you alone could hold my fancy ever!
And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole.
Now there's a choice -- heartache or tortured liver!
A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!

Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me,
Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets, up I throw.
Do I remember? Acrid return and slimy,
The sobs and slobber of a last years ...

Read the full of A Channel Passage

Beginning, The

Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),

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