Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

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

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie - 206 Points Stephen W (4/12/2014 7:15:00 PM)

    According to what I have read, Brooke in fact saw action in the siege of Antwerp, a grim Allied defeat. While I agree with some of what Kevin Straw says, this is much the best of his five war sonnets in my opinion, and is free of the bs we find in the others, so I don't know why Straw has chosen this one to lambast. It merely commemorates the dead. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 206 Points Kevin Straw (10/18/2012 11:59:00 AM)

    Brooke had no idea of war was like at the sharp end. He had a school boys view of it, much like that of the school boys in the film All Quiet On the Western Front. To gauge the worth of this nonsense compare Wilfred Owen’s “What passing bells for these who die as cattle…”.
    WWI was noble and glorious for nobody but the Grim Reaper. Stand Brooke in the trenches for a year with the stink of the rotting flesh of his comrades in his nose, and the rats crawling over his feet, and the ever-present prospect of death by sniper or barrage – let him charge uselessly across no man’s land into the certain death of the machine gun – and then let him write.
    The Duke of Wellington said: “Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.”
    Because a poem is well-written does not make it a good poem. A good poem communicates the truth – and this is not the truth. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 206 Points Kevin Straw (10/18/2012 11:20:00 AM)

    Brooke had no idea of war was like at the sharp end. He had a school boys view of it, much like that of the school boys in the film All Quiet On the Western Front. To gauge the worth of this nonsense compare Wilfred Owen’s “What passing bells for these who die as cattle…”.
    WWI was noble and glorious for nobody but the Grim Reaper. Stand Brooke in the trenches for a year with the stink of the rotting flesh of his comrades in his nose, and the rats crawling over his feet, and the ever-present prospect of death by sniper or barrage – let him charge uselessly across no man’s land into the certain death of the machine gun – and then let him write.
    The Duke of Wellington said: “Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.”
    Because a poem is well-written does not make it a good poem. A good poem communicates the truth – and this is not the truth. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Ramesh T A (10/18/2010 2:20:00 AM)

    War puts an end to all cheers of life in death! This poem reminds us of what sort of innocent hearted men we have lost in that war! Most moving poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 8:32:00 AM)

    For other poets, less euphemistic then Brooke, the dead were broken, bleeding, rotting young corpses who had the misfortune to fight in a bloody and senseless war. I find this poem offensive in the extreme. It makes poetry some kind of metaphysical whitewash. I wonder how many soldiers signed up to a probable death with Brooke's words ringing in their ears. This view of war is senseless with regard to any war, and WWI especially. It's no good writing beautiful poetry if at the heart of it is a lie - not a logical lie, but a lie of the heart that does not see what is really there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 8:32:00 AM)

    For other poets, less euphemistic then Brooke, the dead were broken, bleeding, rotting young corpses who had the misfortune to fight in a bloody and senseless war. I find this poem offensive in the extreme. It makes poetry some kind of metaphysical whitewash. I wonder how many soldiers signed up to a probable death with Brooke's words ringing in their ears. This view of war is senseless with regard to any war, and WWI especially. It's no good writing beautiful poetry if at the heart of it is a lie - not a logical lie, but a lie of the heart that does not see what is really there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 8:26:00 AM)

    For other poets, less euphemistic then Brooke, the dead were broken, bleeding, rotting young corpses who had the misfortune to fight in a bloody and senseless war. I find this poem offensive in the extreme. It makes poetry some kind of metaphysical whitewash. I wonder how many soldiers signed up to a probable death with Brooke's words ringing in their ears. This view of war is senseless with regard to any war, and WWI especially. It's no good writing beautiful poetry if at the heart of it is a lie - not a logical lie, but a lie of the heart that does not see what is really there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Kevin Straw (10/19/2009 8:25:00 AM)

    For other poets, less euphemistic then Brooke, the dead were broken, bleeding, rotting young corpses who had the misfortune to fight in a bloody and senseless war. I find this poem offensive in the extreme. It makes poetry some kind of metaphysical whitewash. I wonder how many soldiers signed up to a probable death with Brooke's words ringing in their ears. This view of war is senseless with regard to any war, and WWI especially.It's no good writing beautiful poetry if at the heart of it is a lie - not a logical lie, but a lie of the heart that does not see what is really there. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Refia Cinar (11/15/2005 7:01:00 AM)

    The poet used a great deal of metaphors to make the poem effective.In this way he achieved to make it be full of mistery and emotion.First he describes soldiers as normal human beings; they have sorrows, happiness, they love and are loved etc.But after entering the army, their lives change and differ from other people`s life in some aspects.The most important one is that they die honourably and leave peace and an unerasadle name behind them... (Report) Reply

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