by phillipw | Mar 13, 2022 | Uncategorized
Lord Byron, Rupert Brooke, Denham Russell-Smith, and Virginia Woolf: Skin and Dipping Lord Byron Rupert Brooke Two poets swam a century apart Near Cambridge in a pool. They both loved sex As well as swimming. Byron in his heart And bed made certain...
by phillipw | Mar 13, 2022 | BR, ED, EL, RU
“Legendary Beauty” and “Rugby and Eton”–A Foursome of Sonnets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Legendary Beauty “Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly,...
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...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2022 | PH, WH, WO
Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life. My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...
