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CONTENTS:
The Poetry of Rupert Brooke
BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RUPERT BROOKE
The Poems
LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER
The Play
LITHUANIA: A DRAMA IN ONE ACT
The Non-Fiction
LETTERS FROM AMERICA
The Biographies
RUPERT BROOKE: A BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE by Margaret Lavington
RUPERT BROOKE: by Henry James
INTRODUCTION TO RUPERT BROOKE by George Edward Woodberry
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RUPERT BROOKE
(1887-1915)
Contents
The Poetry of Rupert Brooke
BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RUPERT BROOKE
The Poems
LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER
The Play
LITHUANIA: A DRAMA IN ONE ACT
The Non-Fiction
LETTERS FROM AMERICA
The Biographies
RUPERT BROOKE: A BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE by Margaret Lavington
RUPERT BROOKE by Henry James
INTRODUCTION TO RUPERT BROOKE by George Edward Woodberry
© Delphi Classics 2013
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RUPERT BROOKE
By Delphi Classics, 2013
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The Poetry of Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke was born at 5 Hillmorton Road, in Rugby, Warwickshire, the son of William Parker Brooke, a Rugby schoolmaster, and Ruth Mary Brooke, née Cotterill.
Brooke as a child
BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RUPERT BROOKE
Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) was born the second of three sons of William Parker Brooke, a Rugby schoolmaster, and Ruth Mary Brooke, née Cotterill. He was educated at two independent schools in the market town of Rugby, Warwickshire; Hillbrow School and Rugby School, where the Victorian poet Matthew Arnold had also attended. From an early age Brooke showed great interest in literature and while travelling in Europe he prepared a thesis entitled John Webster and the Elizabethan Drama, which went on to win him a scholarship to King’s College, Cambridge, where he became a member of the Cambridge Apostles. At Cambridge he helped found the Marlowe Society drama club and acted in plays including the Cambridge Greek Play.
Brooke was blessed with good looks, easily endearing him to the Bloomsbury group of writers he socialised with during his university days. Virginia Woolf is reported to have boasted to Vita Sackville-West of once going skinny-dipping with the poet in a moonlit pool when they were at Cambridge together. Later on, W. B. Yeats was so taken by Brooke’s boyish good looks that he famously called him ‘the handsomest man in England’.
Brooke belonged to another literary group known as the Georgian Poets and he also became one of the most important members of the Dymock poets, who were associated with the Gloucestershire village where he stayed just before the war. The ‘Dymock Poets’ are generally held to have also comprised Robert Frost, Lascelles Abercrombie, Edward Thomas, Wilfrid Wilson Gibson and John Drinkwater, some of whom lived near the village in the period between 1911 and 1914. They published their own quarterly, entitled New Numbers, containing poems such as Brooke’s now-celebrated poem The Soldier.
In 1912 Brooke suffered a severe emotional crisis, caused by sexual confusion and jealousy, resulting in the breakdown of his long-term relationship with Katherine Laird Cox. Brooke became paranoid that his friend Lytton Strachey had schemed to destroy his relationship with Cox by encouraging her to see Henry Lamb, therefore precipitating his break with the Bloomsbury Group. Following his nervous collapse, he pursued his rehabilitation by trips to Germany. Also as part of his recuperation, Brooke toured the United States and Canada, writing travel diaries for the Westminster Gazette. He toured the long way home, sailing across the Pacific and staying some months in the South Seas. It was later revealed that Brooke may have fathered a daughter with a Tahitian woman he met at this time named Taatamata.
Brooke came to public attention as a war poet in 1915 when The Times Literary Supplement quoted two of his five sonnets, IV: The Dead and V: The Soldier, on 11 March and the latter sonnet was read from the pulpit of St Paul’s Cathedral on Easter Sunday of that year. 1914 & Other Poems, which would become Brooke’s most famous collection of poetry, was first published in May 1915 and, in testament to his popularity, ran to eleven further impressions that year. By June 1918 the collection had reached its 24th impression, undoubtedly aided by posthumous interest.
Brooke’s poetry gained many admirers and he was taken up by Edward Marsh who brought him to the attention of Winston Churchill, then First Lord of the Admiralty. Brooke was commissioned into the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve as a temporary Sub-Lieutenant shortly after his 27th birthday and took part in the Royal Naval Division’s Antwerp expedition in October 1914. He sailed with the British Mediterranean Expeditionary Force on 28 February 1915, though he developed sepsis from an infected mosquito bite. He died at 4:46 pm on 23 April 1915 in a French hospital ship moored in a bay off the island of Skyros in the Aegean on his way to the landing at Gallipoli. As the expeditionary force had orders to depart immediately, he was buried at 11pm in an olive grove on the island of Skyros, Greece. The site was chosen by his close friend, William Denis Browne, who wrote of the poet’s death:
At four o’clock he became weaker, and at 4.46 he died, with the sun shining all round his cabin, and the cool sea-breeze blowing through the door and the shaded windows. No one could have wished for a quieter or a calmer end than in that lovely bay, shielded by the mountains and fragrant with sage and thyme.
Brooke’s poetry depicts the unbounded optimism of the opening months of the First World War. His wartime poems, most of which were published after his death, express an idealism about the conflict that contrasts strongly with the poetry published later in the war. Unlike the works of Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, Brooke’s poems depict war from a sentimental viewpoint, clothed with youthful vigour and idealised heroism.
Brooke, 1905
Rupert Brooke by Clara Ewald, 1911
Brooke, 1913
CONTENTS
I. 1905–1908
The Bastille
Second Best
Day That I Have Loved
Sleeping Out: Full Moon
In Examination
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
Wagner
The Vision of the Archangels
Seaside
On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
The Song of the Pilgrims
The Song of the Beasts
Failure
Ante Aram
Dawn
The Call
The Wayfarers
The Beginning
II. 1908–1912
Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire
Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It’s Not True
Success
Dust
Kindliness
Mummia
The Fish
Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
Flight
The Hill
The One Before the Last
The Jolly Company
The Life Beyond
Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
Dead Men’s Love
Town and Country
Paralysis
Menelaus and Helen
Libido
Jealousy
Blue Evening
The Charm
Finding
Song
The Voice
Dining-Room Tea
The Goddess in the Wood
A Channel Passage
Victory
Day and Night
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
III. Experiments
Choriambics — I
Choriambics — II
Desertion
IV. 1914
Peace (I)
Safety (II)
The Dead (III)
The Dead (IV)
The Soldier (V)
The Treasure (VI)
V. The South Seas
Fafaïa
Tiare Tahiti
Retrospect
The Great Lover
Heaven
Doubts
There’s Wisdom in Women
He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
A Memory
One Day
Waikiki
Hauntings
Sonnet
Clouds
Mutability
VI. Other Poems
It’s not going to happen again
The Busy Heart
Love
Unfortunate
The Chilterns
Home
The Night Journey
Song
Beauty and Beauty
The Way That Lovers Use
Mary and Gabriel
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
Katherine Laird Cox in later years
Brooke, 1913
Noel Olivier, Maitland Radford, Virginia Woolf and Rupert Brooke, 1911
I. 1905–1908
The Bastille
A PRIZE POEM
RECITED IN RUGBY SCHOOL, JUNE 24, 1905.
RUGBY:
A. J. LAWRENCE, PRINTER TO THE SCHOOL.
1905.
ENGLISH POEM.
1905.
THE BASTILLE.
QUOD SPIRO ET PLACEO, SI PLACEO, TUUM EST.
THE BASTILLE.
I.
SULLEN athwart the freedom of the skies
It frowned, and mocked the sun’s high pageantry,
— Dawn of the cloudy hair and pleading eyes,
And the green sunset-light, —
With the dark threat of its immensity,
And sinister portent of all-shrouding night.
Round it the dead innumerable days
Clung, and the wraiths of years and seasons past,
— Spring, dancing young-eyed down the woodland ways;
Summer, the fragrant queen of long delight,
Languid with roses; Autumn, old and wan,
Wearily creeping graveward; and at last
Winter’s oblivion.
So, while the silent feet of Time sped on,
It loomed tremendous, hateful in men’s eyes,
Tyranny’s presence. For in fear firm-set
Stood all the towers; of sorrow-laden gloom
The walls were built, and fluttering, pale, sighs;
And, darkening every life-enfolding tomb,
Passion and wild regret
And all captivity’s unavailing cries.
II.
There, through the grey monotony of years,
The grim walls held their secret. None might tell
Who drank therein the tainted cup of tears,
Blinded with memories intolerable,
Bereft of hopes and fears.
For them no passionate Spring-tide, as of yore,
Regal with hue and scent,
Flashed through the startled woods; not, ere night fell,
Blossomed the budding West to rose of flame,
And robed the plains in purple; and no more
Fair Dawn was tremulous in the Orient.
But, in the darkening cell,
Silent, upon pale feet, the shadows came;
And the wan twilight died; and there was night.
Then on the darkness to the sleepless eyes
Glimmered sad memories,
Old dreams of love, old heavens forfeited,
Poignant as those dear visions of our light
That mock the shadowy unforgetful Dead.
Night-long with bitter heart each dreamt his dream;
One, how the firelight-gleam
Played redly on a loved face far away;
Another, it may be,
Of the seething wave, the shrill-exulting gale,
And irresistable thunder of the sea.
• • • • •
Till the gloom quivered, and the black grew pale,
And lo! the dawn was grey.
III.
Never to them comes Death as to the free,
— The swift unbearable horror, and the night
That shrouds the horror; no stern mystery,
Veiled in the old impenetrable gloom,
Quenches their faltering light.
Nor theirs the fear those revellers know, to whom
Sudden across Life’s clamorous laughing rout
The clear inexorable voices call,
Bidding them from this luminous festival
To the dim Unknown without.
Not so look these toward our Lady Death,
But as a well-loved friend in gentle wise
She seeks them; for her cool hand comforteth,
And in the shadowy purple of her eyes
Dwells quiet healing, as an even-tide
That soothes with sleepy breath
The odorous murmur of some garden-side
Till all the roses slumber. To the brain
Sick with the gloom and silence and old pain,
Calm-eyed and thrice-desired she comes, to bring
Balm for the wound, rest for each weary thing,
To every prisoner the Great Release,
Death after life, joy after sorrowing,
And, after striving, peace.
IV.
Huge over Paris, grey and motionless,
Its shadow brooded, while, swift year on year,
Faded four centuries;
Beneath that old immutable loneliness
Men swarmed and toiled, and all their dreary cries
Moaned up unheeded; vast and unseen a Fear
Gloomed like a darkness over every heart,
And chilled their inarticulate murmurings.
Only the gay court, revelling apart,
From poverty far, and all grey-tinted things,
Wanton, and fair, and gay,
Sported like moths on glittering careless wings
Among life’s fragrant buds and moon-kissed flowers,
Nor feared the slow inevitable day.
But, through the sunless hours,
France, as a sleeper, dumb, unheeding, lay;
Till a swift thunder thrilled the heavy air,
The purple gloom grew pallid; and at length
She from her slumber stirred, and woke to greet
Liberty, young and fair,
— Fair as a god, triumphant in his strength,
Shades of the night still clinging about his feet,
But the glory of the sunrise on his hair.
V.
Strong as great winters in autumnal flood,
Wave after wave insurgent, every whence,
New-armed in Freedom’s high magnificence,
The people gathered. To the red hearts aflame
All the pale streets cried wantonly for blood,
And all the resonant heavens clanged one name,
To the Bastille!
and lo! —
Clamour of many feet on paven ways,
And voices distant-thundering, that grow,
And mount, and ring sonorous as the sea,
To break in a frenzy round the keep’s dumb face,
The towers’ funereal immobility.
Ever more near the tossing myriad sways;
The fire-ring narrows slowly; gate by gate,
Wall after wall, escarpment, bastion,
Bow to the tide that sweeps triumphant on,
Ravenous, hoarse, dark-menacing as Fate,.........
— Till a great cry goes crashing heavenward,
And the Bastille is won!
Then, as the sun-forsaken drowsy air
Welcometh night, beneficent, dreamy-starred,
No hand may rest till stone be torn from stone,
Each infamy laid bare,
And tyranny’s ancient stronghold overthrown.
Freedom is gained! The exultant paeans rise,
Noise of great ruining, and a sudden glare,
As fire victorious storms the trembling skies.
VI.
How the bright glory of that early faith
Is faded now, and tarnished; for we know
Not by one sudden blow
Are peace and freedom won; nay, even yet
Grey Poverty, and Sin that poisoneth,
Eat out men’s hearts, and tyrannous Wealth is strong,
And almost we forget
Because the night of sorrowing is long
Weary and faint we climb; still the road seems
Bitter with gloom and sorrow; still we grope,
Blind in the utter night; yet dimly gleams
The star of an infinite tremendous hope
That there shall come an ending, that at last,
Somewhere beyond our dreams,
The eternal day, the ultimate goal shall be,
All mystery revealed, the old made new;
Where, the quest over, sin and bondage past,
Men shall be Gods, and every vision true,
And Time Eternity.
R. C. B.
1.
Second Best
HERE in the dark, O heart;
Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,
And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;
Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apart
From the dead best, the dear and old delight; 5
Throw down your dreams of immortality,
O faithful, O foolish lover!
Here’s peace for you, and surety; here the one
Wisdom — the truth!— "All day the good glad sun
Showers love and labour on you, wine and song; 10
The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day long
Till night." And night ends all things.
Then shall be
No lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying,
Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover! 15
(And, heart, for all your sighing,
That gladness and those tears are over, over.…)
And has the truth brought no new hope at all,
Heart, that you’re weeping yet for Paradise?
Do they still whisper, the old weary cries? 20
" ‘Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,
Through laughter, through the roses, as of old
Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet,
Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold;
Death is the end, the end!" 25
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet
Death as a friend!
Exile of immortality, strongly wise,
Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes
To what may lie beyond it. Sets your star, 30
O heart, for ever! Yet, behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,
Some white tremendous daybreak. And the light,
Returning, shall give back the golden hours,
Ocean a windless level, Earth a lawn 35
Spacious and full of sunlit dancing-places,
And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers,
The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-faces
O heart, in the great dawn!
2.
Day That I Have Loved
TENDERLY, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,
And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.
The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.
I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,
Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea’s making 5
Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.
There you’ll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;
And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,
Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,
Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the fargleaming 10
And marble sand.… Beyond the shifting cold twilight,
Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,
There’ll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear
Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.
Oh, the last fire — and you, unkissed, unfriended there! 15
Oh, the lone way’s red ending, and we not there to weep!
(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,
Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,
Come happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,
High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous, 20
The grey sands curve before me.… From the inland meadows,
Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark, and fills
The hollow sea’s dead face with little creeping shadows,
And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.
Close in the nest is folded every weary wing, 25
Hushed all the joyful voices; and we, who held you dear,
Eastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering…
Day that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!
3.
Sleeping Out: Full Moon
THEY sleep within.…
I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.
High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.
We have slept too long, who can hardly win
The white one flame, and the night-long crying; 5
The viewless passers; the world’s low sighing
With desire, with yearning,
To the fire unburning,
To the heatless fire, to the flameless ecstasy!.…
Helpless I lie. 10
And around me the feet of thy watchers tread.
There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head,
An intolerable radiance of wings.…
All the earth grows fire,
White lips of desire 15
Brushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrous things.
Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways,
Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands,
The gracious presence of friendly hands,
Help the blind one, the glad one, who stumbles and strays, 20
Stretching wavering hands, up, up, through the praise
Of a myriad silver trumpets, through cries,
To all glory, to all gladness, to the infinite height,
To the gracious, the unmoving, the mother eyes,
And the laughter, and the lips, of light. 25
4.
In Examination
LO! from quiet skies
In through the window my Lord the Sun!
And my eyes
Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold,
The golden glory that drowned and crowned me 5
Eddied and swayed through the room…
Around me,
To left and to right,
Hunched figures and old,
Dull blear-eyed scribbling fools, grew fair, 10
Ringed round and haloed with holy light.
Flame lit on their hair,
And their burning eyes grew young and wise,
Each as a God, or King of kings,
White-robed and bright 15
(Still scribbling all);
And a full tumultuous murmur of wings
Grew through the hall;
And I knew the white undying Fire,
And, through open portals, 20
Gyre on gyre,
Archangels and angels, adoring, bowing,
And a Face unshaded…
Till the light faded;
And they were but fools again, fools unknowing, 25
Still scribbling, blear-eyed and stolid immortals.
5.
Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
I’D watched the sorrow of the evening sky,
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,
And heard the waves, and the seagull’s mocking cry.
And in them all was only the old cry,
That song they always sing— "The best is over! 5
You may remember now, and think, and sigh,
O silly lover!"
And I was tired and sick that all was over,
And because I,
For all my thinking, never could recover 10
One moment of the good hours that were over.
And