Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

1914 V: The Soldier - Poem by 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;
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 friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.


Comments about 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

  • Thomas Hudson Thomas Hudson (3/25/2016 1:56:00 PM)

    i love my country and all that have or are or will serve (Report) Reply

    5 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • Wilfred Sassysoon (2/10/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    Thanks Mitch Sassoon likes licking spoons is now my favourite poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:37:00 PM)

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/sassoon-likes-licking-spoons/ (Report) Reply

  • Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:32:00 PM)

    My language down below:

    אם אני צריך למות, חושב רק זה ממני:
    כי יש איזה פאת שדה זרה
    כלומר לנצח אנגליה. לא יהיו
    בתוך אותה קרקע עשירה אבק עשיר נסתר,
    אבק מי נשא אנגליה, בצורה, מודע,
    נתן, פעם, לה פרחים לאהוב, דרכיה לשוטט,
    גוף של אנגליה, נושמי אוויר אנגלית,
    שטף על נהרות, Blest ידי שמשות של הבית.

    ולחשוב, הלב הזה, כל רע לשפוך משם,
    דופק במוחו הנצחי, לא פחות
    נותנות איפשהו בחזרה את המחשבות על ידי אנגליה הנתונות;
    המראות והקולות שלה; חלומות מאושרים כמו יומה;
    וצחוק, נודע חברים; ועדינות,
    בשנת לבבות בשלום, תחת שמים אנגלים. (Report) Reply

  • Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (9/1/2015 11:14:00 AM)

    Below is my translation into Russian of Ruprt Brook's poem The Soldier

    Валентин САВИН
    (мои переводы)
    Руперт Брук
    Солдат
    Случись мне умереть, скажу я вам,
    Что есть мне уголок - в чужих краях,
    Что Англиею будет и что там,
    В богатой той земле сокрыт мой прах;
    Прах Англии, где рос и жил, мужал.
    Любил цветы, объездил белый свет;
    Плод Англии и Англией дышал,
    Омыт рекой и солнышком согрет.

    Был тем, чьё сердце не терпело зла,
    Чей пульс пребудет здесь и навсегда.
    С мечтой об Англии родной, где б ни был;
    Её краса и песнь, что с ним жила.
    И смех друзей, и нежность, и беда
    Найдёт покой свой под английским небом.
    Translated by Valentin Savin (Report) Reply

    Wilfred Sassysoon (2/10/2016 4:41:00 AM)

    no one needs to hear it in russian

    Mitch Lloyd (2/9/2016 7:33:00 PM)

    Plz take this down very racist.

  • Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (6/16/2015 8:28:00 AM)

    A nice patriotic poem. The Soldier is a young man who is ready to sacrifice his life for the welfare of his country, which born, brought him up and sent to fight any would be enemy of his beloved England. Не is sure that his death will not be invain. And that he won't be forgotten and will lay in foreign land in hearts at peace, under an English heaven. (Report) Reply

    Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (9/1/2015 11:17:00 AM)

    Russian translation by Valentin Savin

    Валентин САВИН
    (мои переводы)
    Руперт Брук
    Солдат
    Случись мне умереть, скажу я вам,
    Что есть мне уголок - в чужих краях,
    Что Англиею будет и что там,
    В богатой той земле сокрыт мой прах;
    Прах Англии, где рос и жил, мужал.
    Любил цветы, объездил белый свет;
    Плод Англии и Англией дышал,
    Омыт рекой и солнышком согрет.

    Был тем, чьё сердце не терпело зла,
    Чей пульс пребудет здесь и навсегда.
    С мечтой об Англии родной, где б ни был;
    Её краса и песнь, что с ним жила.
    И смех друзей, и нежность, и беда
    Найдёт покой свой под английским небом.

  • John Richter (2/6/2015 12:05:00 PM)

    Rupert did die in that war.... Which certainly involved England. You must imagine a man sitting in a trench with his paper and pen, watching men die, screaming in most horrible ways. Then think if he wondered what it was that brought him to that place. Of course it was the love of his country, of everything he knew, the great love for family and friends, and their shared respect for peace. Then I think we could conclude if this is as good or lesser than any of his other poems. I think it is exactly marvelous and touching, as I feel exactly the same about my own country. (Report) Reply

    Ian Baillieu (4/20/2015 5:20:00 PM)

    Rupert Brooke was never in a trench. He joined the Navy. He saw action (remotely) on just one day, when his ship helped evacuations from Antwerp. He died from blood poisoning from a mosquito bite on board his ship which was on its way to support the Allied landings in Gallipoli which took place two days later.

    Ian Baillieu (4/20/2015 5:18:00 PM)

    Rupert Brooke was never in a trench. He joined the Navy. He saw action (remotely) on just one day, when he ship helped evacuations from Antwerp. He died from blood poisoning from an insect bite on his ship which was on its way to support the Allied landings at Gallipoli which took place two days later.

  • Pakshal Patel Pakshal Patel (9/20/2014 2:24:00 PM)

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/damsel-lovestory/ (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/20/2014 2:12:00 AM)

    British sun never set , why this poem says a lot about it, it is a brave and dignified praise for the land where he born (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/18/2014 12:10:00 PM)

    .............England is a great land....and one of my dreams is to visit there someday.....enjoyed this wonderful poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (4/12/2014 7:22:00 PM)

    Not as good as the previous one, The Dead II. Though beautifully written, it is somewhat vain and affected. It wasn't an English war, anyway. (Report) Reply

  • Queeny Gona Queeny Gona (9/21/2013 12:43:00 AM)

    In hearts at peace, under an English Heaven! (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (9/20/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    And this we now think of you
    Living ages away from your time
    That this poem has no substitute
    And in minds will forever chime

    Krishi Nair (Report) Reply

  • Muzaffer Akin Muzaffer Akin (9/20/2013 7:09:00 AM)

    Congratulations.I like it so much. (Report) Reply

  • Wilson Hay Kinley (4/6/2013 2:26:00 PM)

    a big fat 10 for this!
    the line
    There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed
    gets me ever time: D [3 (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (9/20/2012 9:21:00 AM)

    The idea that a dead soldier: Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given... is a bit fanciful to say the least. From my experience of military life I should prefer if most of the soldiers I met kept their thoughts to themselves! A famous poem, but its sentimentality has not worn well seen through the carnage that followed. And Brooke's privileged life was by no means the life that most men and women had whom England bore. I do not think they would have written like this. (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite Stevie Taite (9/20/2012 9:20:00 AM)

    Let's remember the soldier before the atrosity of war took away his inocence and his life! (Report) Reply

  • Udiah Witness to YAH (9/20/2012 5:49:00 AM)

    This poem by Brooke unveils the mindset of the soldier sent to war in Europe. This was hoped to be the war to end all wars, but unfortunately we now know much better. He knew tyranny had to be defeated so all might enjoy the heaven he had experienced as a young child in England. We continue to fight today for many of the same reasons. Mankind perhaps will never overcome his fleshly urges of power, greed, lust, and other evils, so wars shall continue until all can learn to live peacefully and settle their differences in a rational manner. And until we learn to protect individual rights, by allowing the people to have democratic republics instead of mob democracies, atrocities en masse will continue. (Report) Reply

  • Udiah Witness to YAH (9/20/2012 5:47:00 AM)

    This poem by Brooke unveils the mindset of the soldier sent to war in Europe. This was hoped to be the war to end all wars, but unfortunately we now know much better. He knew tyranny had to be defeated so all might enjoy the heaven he had experienced as a young child in England. We continue to fight today for many of the same reasons. Mankind perhaps will never overcome his fleshly urges of power, greed, lust, and other types of evil, so wars shall continue until all can learn to live peacefully and settle their differences in a rational manner. And until we learn to protect individual rights, by allowing the people to have democratic republics instead of mob democracies, atrocities en masse will continue. (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (9/20/2012 4:00:00 AM)

    The first half of this poem is just impeccable but im afraid to me it wained a bit in the latter..but thats just personal taste i think...to me the first 8 lines is all that i needed to read.... (Report) Reply

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