|Rupert Chawner Brooke|
Years ago I was gifted a wonderful book, "Stillmeadow Daybreak," written by Gladys Taber. The inscription inside the book simply says: To Mommy From Adam.
Even when my children were young they knew I loved poetry and essays. I still love this book. Thank you Adam.
As I was glancing through it this morning I found a short excerpt from one of Brooke's poems. Apparently Gladys had access to one of his notebooks. Here is the poem:
All things are written in the mind
There the sure hills have station; and the wind
Blows in the placeless air.
And there the white and golden birds go flying;
And the stars wheel and shine, and woods are fair.
Rupert Chawner Brooke
I did not have knowledge of this poet until I came across this piece in my morning studio so here are a few facts I have found. I think he might become my new favorite poet!
Brooke was born in England in 1887. W.B. Yeats called him "the handsomest young man in England." It was also said that he went skinny dipping in a moonlit pool in Cambridge with Virginia Woolf.
He died in 1915 as a result of a mosquito bite while traveling. He was known most of all for his war poems.
As always, thanks for reading.