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Dark Star Boy

                      Dark Star Boy Slight primness there around his mouth, so slight It’s quite unfair to notice it . . .  it makes Him look as if the hulking skies of night Have never interested him.  The lakes Of stars in space have never caught his eye. He’s never...

On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .

          On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .  The one he loved the most was Charles Lascelles. We have to take Brooke’s word for it that he Was beautiful.  As Rugby tower bells Rang out the hours, a passion rhymed with glee Pumped hard inside the future poet, hard...

Messy Splendor

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...

Big Boy Hunk

                    Big Boy Hunk The Big Boy Hunk that isn’t Rupert Brooke On Skyros is just too, too like the false, False images built up around him, like a crook Has pulled a dirty trick but wants to waltz With you, no matter what.  The Big Boy Hunk Stands towering...

Auburn Love Maleness Maleness Maleness

Auburn Love Maleness Maleness Maleness The way a twilight in the autumn turns To unsung colors, so the chapel light Inside the service changes from the burns Of orange to a brown with red so slight It slinks away as suns go down.  The red Is almost memory, not real,...