fredag, januari 29, 2016

Rupert Brooke

Han var en nationell idol, dyrkad lika mycket för sin skönhet som för in patriotiska poesi. För 100 år sedan stupade Rupert brokke i första världskriget, 27 år gammal, och kom därmed att peronifiera förlusten av en barnddomsidealiserande brittisk förkrigsvärld.
Rupert Brooke
1887-1915
The Soldier

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.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. 

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