The poetry of one of World War I's great poets. Includes some of Brooke's earlier poetry....
|Title||:||1914 and Other Poems|
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|Number of Pages||:||72 Pages|
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1914 and Other Poems Reviews
I want to think about both my rating & review on this one!It's ANZAC Day tomorrow & my husband & I used to read poetry by Brooke, Wilfred Owen & Siegfried Sassoon on this day - don't know why we stopped. & maybe I should have gone for a collection of WW1 poems because it's hard to believe the beautiful & conflicted young manwho gave us The Soldier (If I should die, think only this of me...) also wrote dreck like this (a fragment from The Great Lover) I have been so great a lover:filled my daysSo proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,Desire illimitable,and still content...Yeesh.3* seems fair.Lest we forget.
I've never really liked Rupert Brooke, though mostly in the past it was because of his war poems and he seems too proudly English for my tastes. I decided to give him another read, and found that actually aside from his war poems he was pretty competent as a poet. He's still not exactly a favourite poet of mine - but I now see his place. I can't help but notice his influence on Frost too, especially 'Retrospect', which ends:'Lay my head, and nothing said,In your hands, ungarlanded;And a long watch you would keep;And I should sleep, and I should sleep!'It's so like 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening':'The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.'So the influence is certainly there on someone I think is a better, more metaphysical poet. But no, Brooke isn't anywhere near as trite and dull as I used to think he was. And so I guess that's a message for us all. That said, all this is perfectly Georgian - you can almost imagine this being something George Bowling (from George Orwell's 'Coming up for Air') would have written while fishing and bored. But at the same time, if Brooke had lived to see the dominance of Modernism by Eliot and Pound, Joyce, and Yeats, would that have changed his writing and mindset? Could he have been one of the greats had he not been killed in Europe's largest slagging match (other than the other one)? He did have talent, and even I can see that. Interesting.
This copy was found in November 2016 in Barter's Books, Northumberland. 70 years ago it had been given as a gift with the inscription: To JoanWith all loveRobbieNov. 1946Whilst wearing my poppy bracelet on my wrist, this book fell open to page 15 to this oh so familiar of poems: V. THE SOLDIERIf I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is forever England. There shall beIn 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 lessGiven 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. And I bought this treasure and took it home with me.
Brooke was one of the War Poets and one of many many men who lost their lives in the Great War. His poems are powerful and evocative and make one wonder how far his career would have gone if he hadn't died so young.
Who could improve on Rupert Brooke? ...oh! and yetStands the church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Mostly awful Georgian tosh, with weird departures for Hawaii and Tahiti that give new weight to the concept 'overwritten'. But the dead soldier sonnets are fine, and the paean for Grantchester is quite funny (intentionally) and there's a good poem about a fishes idea of heaven which I didn't know.
I liked this book of poems. The poems in this book pondered the mysteries of life and death. The poetry was awesome. You can find the book at: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/33902/...
Enjoyed reading ... Wish I'd given myself more time to savour his work ...