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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...

Not Religion but Death

                   Not Religion but Death At first church fame held up his lines to heights Near immortality.  Saint Paul’s robed Dean Had read “The Soldier” in the lectern rites Of Christ’s domed space before the altar screen. It seems that Brooke knew this. ...

Not Just Fame

          Not Just Fame Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Sherril Shell’s Byronesque reproduction of Brooke’s own devising (the one his friends thought revulsive enough to dub ‘Your...

 Niceness as a Weapon

             Niceness as a Weapon A poet can’t be boring, that’s except When sloughing off those arrogant demands From men as snooty as Lytton.  Inept This hunter was. He never got his hands On Rupert.  Beauty and the Beast reborn Was what that situation was.  Brooke...

“Mythical Land of the Ever Young”

“Mythical Land of the Ever Young” Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “I can’t help feeling that he has been smothered and castrated, and there he is, quite different, and...