Rupert Brooke

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 loveliness. He leaves a white 
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, 
  A width, a shining peace, under the night.


3 thoughts on “Rupert Brooke

  1. Thank you for this poem . It taught me a lesson about paying attention. I first read it quickly, concentrating only on the words. The second time I also paid attention to its composition, which is truly lovely and worth noticing.

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  2. This is a longtime favourite of mine. It also connects in its imagery with a poem Coleridge wrote for his baby child, which ends with these lines:

    Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
    Whether the summer clothe the general earth
    With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
    Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
    Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
    Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall
    Heard only in the trances of the blast,
    Or if the secret ministry of frost
    Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
    Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

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