Hello hello and happy Remembrance Sunday. I hope you spent your two minutes at 11 o’clock in silence, as the rest of us all did. I’ve wondered what to write for this sunday (since I sadly missed last week) and wasn’t sure whether to suggest a classic, but sometimes criticised poet, or not. Then I thought, bugger it! Might as well.
Rupert Brooke is rather famous for his supposedly ‘naive and sentimental’, patriotic poems based on his experiences in the First World War. In fact, they cemented his fame in British literary history. His poems and his boyish good looks. Apparently, Virginia Woolf once boasted to Vita Sackville-West that she had once skinny dipped with Brooke while they were both at Cambridge. Regardless, he spent some time before the war, developing a reputation as a serious although derivative poet. The War changed that. Instead, he is now remembered for his patriotic poetry and sad ending, having died in 1915 from a septic mosquito bite.
His most famous poem is The Soldier and I have put it down here for you.