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This volume contains the complete poetical works of Rupert Brooke.

Brooke's beautifully haunting poetry will appeal to all keen poetry lovers, but will be of special value to those with an interest in war poetry, and specifically poetry relating to the First World War.

This wonderful volume makes for a worthy addition to any bookshelf, and is not to be missed by collectors of Brooke's seminal work.

The poems contained herein include:

- Second Best

- Day that I have Loved

- Sleeping Out - Full Moon

- In Examination

- Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening

- Wagne'r

- The Vision of the Archangels

- Seaside On the Death of Smet-Smet

- The Song of the Pilgrims

Rupert Chawner Brooke (1887 – 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World War, especially 'The Soldier'.

This volume was first published in 1914, and is being republished now complete with a new specially commissioned biography of the author.

Rupert Brooke

Poems 1905-1911

1905-1908

- 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 song of the pilgrims

- The song of the beasts

- Failure

- Ante aram

- Dawn

- The call

- The wayfarers

- The beginning

Experiments

- Choriambics - i

- Choriambics - ii

- Desertion

1908-1911

- Sonnet

- 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

- Lust

- Jealousy

- Blue evening

- The charm

- Finding

- Song

- The voice

- Dining-room tea

- The goddess in the wood

- A channel passage

- Victory

- Day and night

Poems 1911-1914

Grantchester

- The old vicarage, grantchester

Other Poems

- Beauty and beauty

- Song

- Mary and gabriel

- Unfortunate

- The busy heart

- Love

- The chilterns

- Home

- The night journey

- The way that lovers use

- The funeral of youth: threnody

The South Seas

- Mutability

- Clouds

- Sonnet

- A Memory

- One day

- Waiki

- Hauntings

- He wonders whether to praise or to blame her

- Doubts

- There's wisdom in women

- Fafaïa

- Heaven

- The great lover

- Retrospect

- Tiare tahiti

1914

- The treasure

- I. Peace

- Ii. Safety

- Iii. The dead

- Iv. The dead

- V. The soldier

Appendix

- Fragment

- The dance

- Song

- Sometimes even now

- Sonnet: in time of revolt

- A letter to a live poet

- Fragment on painters

(bouts-rimés)

- Sonnet reversed

- It's not going to happen again

- The little dog's day

Sujets

Irish

English

Poetry

European

Welsh

Scottish

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Publié par	Read Books Ltd.
Date de parution	16 avril 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781447488125
Langue	English
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THE COMPLETE POEMS OF RUPERT BROOKE

THE COMPLETE POEMS OF RUPERT BROOKE
First issue of the Complete Poems in this form, October 1932
CONTENTS
POEMS 1905-1911
1905-1908
S ECOND B EST
D AY THAT I HAVE L OVED
S LEEPING O UT : F ULL M OON
I N E XAMINATION
P INE -T REES AND THE S KY : E VENING
W AGNER
T HE V ISION OF THE A RCHANGELS
S EASIDE
O N THE D EATH OF S MET -S MET
T HE S ONG OF THE P ILGRIMS
T HE S ONG OF THE B EASTS
F AILURE
A NTE A RAM
D AWN
T HE C ALL
T HE W AYFARERS
T HE B EGINNING
EXPERIMENTS
C HORIAMBICS -I
C HORIAMBICS -II
D ESERTION
1908-1911
S ONNET: O H ! D EATH WILL FIND ME
S ONNET: I SAID I SPLENDIDLY LOVED YOU
S UCCESS
D UST
K INDLINESS
M UMMIA
T HE F ISH
T HOUGHTS ON THE S HAPE OF THE H UMAN B ODY
F LIGHT
T HE H ILL
T HE O NE BEFORE THE L AST
T HE J OLLY C OMPANY
T HE L IFE B EYOND
L INES WRITTEN IN THE B ELIEF THAT THE A NCIENT R OMAN F ESTIVAL OF THE D EAD WAS CALLED A MBARVALIA
D EAD M EN S L OVE
T OWN AND C OUNTRY
P ARALYSIS
M ENELAUS AND H ELEN
L UST
J EALOUSY
B LUE E VENING
T HE C HARM
F INDING
S ONG
T HE V OICE
D INING -R OOM T EA
T HE G ODDESS IN THE W OOD
A C HANNEL P ASSAGE
V ICTORY
D AY AND N IGHT
POEMS 1911-1914
GRANTCHESTER
T HE O LD V ICARAGE , G RANTCHESTER
OTHER POEMS
B EAUTY AND B EAUTY
S ONG
M ARY AND G ABRIEL
U NFORTUNATE
T HE B USY H EART
L OVE
T HE C HILTERNS
H OME
T HE N IGHT J OURNEY
T HE W AY THAT L OVERS USE
T HE F UNERAL OF Y OUTH
THE SOUTH SEAS
M UTABILITY
C LOUDS
S ONNET (Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research)
A M EMORY
O NE D AY
W AIKIKI
H AUNTINGS
H E WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER
D OUBTS
T HERE S W ISDOM IN W OMEN
F AFA A
H EAVEN
T HE G REAT L OVER
R ETROSPECT
T IARE T AHITI
1914
T HE T REASURE
I. P EACE
II. S AFETY
III. T HE D EAD
IV. T HE D EAD
V. T HE S OLDIER
APPENDIX
I STRAYED ABOUT THE DECK, AN HOUR, TO-NIGHT
T HE D ANCE
S ONG
S OMETIMES EVEN NOW I MAY
S ONNET: I N T IME OF R EVOLT
A L ETTER TO A L IVE P OET
F RAGMENT ON P AINTERS
T HE T RUE B EATITUDE
S ONNET R EVERSED
I T S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN
T HE L ITTLE D OG S D AY
I NDEX OF F IRST L INES

POEMS 1905-1911
1905-1908

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;
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;
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!
(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?
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!
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,
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
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!
1908.

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
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
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!
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,
Came happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,
High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous,
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,
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!

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;
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.
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
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,
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.
August 1908.

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
Eddied and swayed through the room . . .
Around me,
To left and to right,
Hunched figures and old,
Dull blear-eyed scribbling fools, grew fair,
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
(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,
Gyre on gyre,
Archangels and angels, adoring, bowing,
And a Face unshaded. . . .
Till the light faded;
And they were but fools again, fools unknowing,
Still scribbling, blear-eyed and stolid immortals.
10 November 1908.

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!
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
One moment of the good hours that were over.
And I was sorry and sick, and wished to die.
Then from the sad west turning wearily,
I saw the pines against the white north sky,
Very beautiful, and still, and bending over
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky.
And there was peace in them; and I
Was happy, and forgot to play the lover,
And laughed, and did no longer wish to die;
Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky!
L ULWORTH , 8 July 1907.

WAGNER
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,
One with a fat wide hairless face.
He likes love-music that is cheap;
Likes women in a crowded place;
And wants to hear the noise they re making.
His heavy eyelids droop half-over,
Great pouches swing beneath his eyes.
He listens, thinks himself the lover,
Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs;
He likes to feel his heart s a-breaking.
The music swells. His gross legs quiver.
His little lips are bright with slime.
The music swells. The women shiver.
And all the while, in perfect time,
His pendulous stomach hangs a-shaking.
Q UEEN S H ALL , 1908.

THE VISION OF THE ARCHANGELS
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,
Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky,
Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled,
A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie,
It was so tiny. (Yet, you had fancied, God could never
Have bidden a child turn from the spring and the sunlight,
And shut him in that lonely shell, to drop for ever
Into the emptiness and silence, into the night. . . .)
They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall,
Through unknown glooms, that frail black coffin-and therein
God s little pitiful Body lying, worn and thin,
And curled up like some crumpled, lonely flower-petal-
Till it was no more visible; then turned again
With sorrowful quiet faces downward to the plain.
December 1906.

SEASIDE
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