1887-1915, British Poet
A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
Rupert Brooke – [Books and Reading]
All the little emptiness of love!
Rupert Brooke – [Love]
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
Rupert Brooke – [Heaven]
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Rupert Brooke – [Cities and City Life]
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
Rupert Brooke – [Army and Navy]
Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
Rupert Brooke – [Love]
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
Rupert Brooke – [Admiration]
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Rupert Brooke – [Heritage]
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Rupert Brooke – [Bed]