De Britse dichter Rupert Brooke werd geboren in Rugby, Engeland, op 3 augustus 1887. Zie ook mijn blog van 3 augustus 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Rupert Brooke op dit blog.
Sonnet Reversed
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.
Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures,
Settled at Balham by the end of June.
Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures,
And in Antofagastas. Still he went
Cityward daily; still she did abide
At home. And both were really quite content
With work and social pleasures. Then they died.
They left three children (besides George, who drank):
The eldest Jane, who married Mr Bell,
William, the head-clerk in the County Bank,
And Henry, a stock-broker, doing well.
The Hill
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
You said “Through glory and ecstasy we pass;
Wind, sun, and earth remain, and birds sing still,
When we are old, are old….” “And when we die
All’s over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips” said I,
“Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!”
We are Earth’s best, that learnt her lesson here.
Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!” we said;
“We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!”…. Proud we were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.
— And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.
Rupert Brooke (3 augustus 1887 – 23 april 1915)
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