He wakes, who never thought to wake again,
Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes
Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain
Closed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies;
And waits; and once in timeless sick surmise
Through the dead air heaves up an unknown hand,
Like a dry branch. No life is in that land,
Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;
An unmeaning point upon the mud; a speck
Of moveless horror; an Immortal One
Cleansed of the world, sentient and dead; a fly
Fast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck.
I thought when love for you died, I should die.
It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
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question on poem
From guest bruce water (contact)
what is the message behind this poem and is rupert brooke for or against war
MOD MESSAGE
http://oldpoetry.com/board/topic/1492
If you check out the biography on his author's page (click on the name beneath his picture top right) you will find some of the answer already there -
The Life Beyond
Depicts the after-feelings of the dead -soon after the changeover,very well.Quite powerful!
nuggehalli pankaja
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Excellent poem. The final lines are very optimistic for anyone who's been in a failed relationship. Alone, most strangely, he lives on. Good job.
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