Generations of suffering school children have been forced to memorize the opening lines from his poem 'The Soldier'; "If I should die think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England" All of the teachers and, of course, all of the good patriots will always neglect to mention Brooke's sexuality when teaching him or eulogizing him.He had worked devotedly to perfect his writing since his schooldays, but the various strands of his talent were never brought together, and his self-dramatising tendencies remained like a lingering adolescence. This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were. The strife of limbs, the sightless clinging, The infinite distance, and the singing Blown by the wind, a flame of sound, The gleam, the flowers, and vast around The horizon, and the heights above— You know the sigh, the song of love! If he couldn't impress people by his brilliance he could always impress them with what was called his "boyish charm" and good looks. O world of lips, O world of laughter, Where hope is fleet and thought flies after, Of lights in the clear night, of cries That drift along the wave and rise Thin to the glittering stars above, You know the hands, the eyes of love! The English government built a myth around him in an attempt to encourage recruiting- to such an extent that his first name "Rupert" became slang in the British army for the sort of gung-ho idiot officer produced by the upper class English public schools. He was an above-average Edwardian poet who might have travelled farther towards modernism had he lived, though it's perhaps more likely that he would have turned to the novel. Only—grows An eddy in that ordered falling, A knowledge from the gloom, a calling Weed in the wave, gleam in the mud— The dark fire leaps along his blood; Dateless and deathless, blind and still, The intricate impulse works its will; His woven world drops back; and he, Sans providence, sans memory, Fades to some dank sufficient heaven.
There is no struggle: he says what he wants to say wittily and memorably. And in that Heaven of their wish, There shall be no more land, say fish.
As the son of a schoolmaster at Rugby he exerted himself to appear more upper class than his upper class peers. He participated in the Navy's Antwerp expedition inand in he died from a disease transmitted by a mosquito bite on his way to the total disaster of the Gallipoli expedition.
It couldn't accurately be called a revision, because it's a completely different poem. A rather sad and less than glorious end. Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?
His cuteness came to the attention of Winston Churchill, then First Lord of the Admiralty, and he was commissioned as a naval officer in The vocabulary is rich, but simple enough, with the tendency to use fancy verbiage outgrown, or at least wisely channelled.