Thursday, April 23, 2015

Remembering Rupert Brooke on the Centenary of His Death

 (August 3, 1887-April 23, 1915)

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.
Rupert Brooke, 1914: The Soldier.

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