The Soldier By Rupert Brooke

Thankyou. I know that he lived in the Old Vicarage Granchester, (now owned by Geoffrey Archer,) he would have been thinking of that place , and its surroundings when he wrote this.

POETRY OF WONDERFUL WORDS.

This poem is soooo sad! But also so true!

Brooke never saw combat. He also built his career writing sentimental, pro-war propaganda. This is romanticized, nationalistic poetry. Compare it with a poet who saw combat like Siegfried Sassoon or Wilfred Owen. Now their poetry is truly sad and heartfelt.

Bloody hell.... This dude butchered the finest poem I know.

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Careful what you wish for, you little shit.

You shouldn’t die

2018 anyone

Nice

A country enriched by those who made the hoors wuther away to nun but the fall of grace by ultimatum of evil that makes all good bad.

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The first line of this poem I would probably have tattooed on me. It makes me tear up every time I hear it and means so much to me.

The Soldier
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.

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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

I remember first reading this poem in school some time ago. It still resonates its potency inside my ears. Wonderful!

what is his perspective on winning the war 'for my school work'

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Truly an amazing poet that deserves even more attention. I plan to buy your book. Wonderful BRAVO! 🔥

Absolutely beautiful

Which reading conveys the meaning of the poem most effectively? Why? (for school work)

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I swear he died to a mosquito

This poem is undeniably the most wonderful tribute to our England

DLK

Rule Britania

Proud man of rugby my hometown and a brilliant poem may you rest in peace rupert and all your fellow man who laid down your lives so we can live ours free from oppression

My Mothers favorite poet.

And Rupert Brooke did indeed die.. in some foreign field... but no one thinks that place is forever England because his hardly heroic death was all down to a mosquito bite before he even saw active service. In fact the bit of foreign field where he remains remains foreign, and not forever England, Greece actually, because Brexit undid any Euro-frat sentiments. One might just as well state that an entire section of the British museum remains forever Greek.

beautiful stuff

I am Australian.. I think you need to read / lsten to Dulce et Deccorum Est by Wilfred Owen to understand how the English soldier fared during WW1.

One of the only poems to ever make me cry. So many young men lost their lives needlessly.. Generations of men wiped out because of politicians and their bullshit. Forcing young men to run into machine gun fire should've been a war crime.

Some may even consider Rupert one of the lucky ones as he passed peacefully before he reached the front. His younger brother died after being at the front for just 19 days.

I guess Roger Waters used the line "in the corner of some foreign field..." from this poem in his song "The Gunners Dream." Album: The Final Cut

Never forget them and never forgive the traitors that sent them there.