
This is Brooke's best-loved and best-known poem, perhaps because in it he was actually writing his own epitaph. His deep love of his Country is very moving and the respect he shows for the English people is quite evident.
The poem is often compared with 'Drummer Hodge' written by Thomas Hardy during the Boer War.
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/6386-Thomas-Hardy-Drummer-Hodge
Both poems sharing the same theme, the death and burial of a young soldier far from home, but this poem is a loving, sentimental poem whereas Hardy's was closer to the harsher realities of war.
Brooke is buried in Greece.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England
Brookes Sassoon and other 1st ww poets greatly influenced my upbringing and I can very easily relate to them. I spent many years in Africa and Drummer Hodge which for some reason I have never read before has greatly touched me. I have had the priveledge of visiting many of the great fields of battle in Flanders France Islandwana and Rourkes Drift all very moving places.
My grandfather was an old contemptable, he joined the army on the 1st day of the war in 1914 and survived 4 long years in the trenches. My other grandfather was in the Royal Flying Corps during ww1 and later transfered to the Royal Air Force at its conception in 1918.
My father flew throuout ww2 i such places as Burma India And other far east theatres, I joined the Royal Air Force in 1971 and served for 6 years before becoming a contractor and working throuout Africa the far east, middle east Papua New Gunuia and other places.
I would love to share some of my work and would like your input
Love and adore all his poetry-this is one special one which you can relate to even now. RIP RB ![]()
I've always been fond of this poem. Personally, I believe it is the best one he ever wrote.
I suspect that the verdict of history will render this as the one Rupert Brooke is remembered by, and possibly no others. I have several books of his poems, and none of them stand out like this one.
First, I like the flow and meter of this effort; the sentiment is warm and gentle. Unfortunately, this poet "felt" his impending appointment. Problem I have with poets is "this impending doom" about war. Nobody reads my efforts because I survived Khe Sanh and the Vietnam without so much as a scratch...! My thoughts during my participation wasn't death, or dying; it was looking around and writing about what I witnessed as a poet. Dear poets; most warriors who go to war return home,...only a small percentage give their life in those conflicts, but those who die performing their duty has my highest regard (read one of my efforts titled, SEVENTY-SEVEN DAYS OF SIEGE AT KHE SANH, and don't forget the author's notes)...!!!
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