by phillipw | Mar 13, 2022 | BR, RU, Uncategorized
He Couldn’t Even Do a Good Job as the Chorus or a Fake Trumpet Player “the victim of a doom of charm he apparently could not escape” “Brooke’s friend Sybil Pye wrote of his stage presence: In spite of his expressive quality of voice and rare power of...
by phillipw | Mar 13, 2022 | BE, BR, MA, RA, RU
Messy Splendor; or, Splendor in the Weeds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Jacques Raverat said that Rupert Brooke clothed himself “in a dishevelled style that showed off his beauty very...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2022 | BR, ED, MA, RU
For Decades Afterward the Civil Servant Moaned, but Then in Later Decades We are All but Clueless Eddie Marsh, standing How stripped we are of details, skinned by time Of facts long lost. We do not know what Will Looked like while he thrust deep his semen crime In...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2022 | BR, CH, LA, RU, UN
Etched Joys, Wretched Joys “Rugby is full of dreary ghosts of dead hopes and remembered joys” ~ Rupert Brooke Lascelles was more than just another love For Rupert. Charles was Rupert’s first love, more Like God’s own “Fiat lux” while high above The chaos of...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2022 | CH, PH, WH
Ultraterrestrial Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My brothers’ lives are alien and far Away from mine. The wives float, quite . . . unknown . . . Along with foreign things like...
