Brooke, Rupert

Rupert Brooke was a poet during World War I, and his poetry he has come to be recognized as a representative poet of the period. Read more about Rupert Brooke.

Read "A Channel Passage," Rupert Brooke. "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..."

Read "The Soldier," Rupert Brooke. "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..."

Read "The Fish," Rupert Brooke. "In a cool curving world he lies / And ripples with dark ecstasies. / The kind luxurious lapse and steal / Shapes all his universe to feel / And know and be..."

Read "In Examination," Rupert Brooke. "Lo! from quiet skies / In through the window my Lord the Sun! / And my eyes / Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold, / The golden glory that drowned and crowned me / Eddied and swayed through the room..."

Read "Second Best," Rupert Brooke. "Here in the dark, O heart; / Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, / And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover; / Clear-visioned, though it break you..."

Read "Failure," 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."