Sunday, December 09, 2007
i've gone on a bit on a war poem hunt. i guess its quite relevant if you study war so that's how i shall justify spending time on this. haha.
anyway, the glorification of death almost makes you want to join the army and fight for a good cause. but of course in reality you don't really have a choice over what you are fighting for.
The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
- Rupert Brooke
I would walk
500 miles;12:57 am
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