Rupert Brooke

Gender: 
Male

  • Kindliness

    When love has changed to kindliness—
    Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press
    So tight that Time’s an old gold’s dream
    Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff
    Seven million years were not enough
    To think on after, make it seem
    Less than the breath of children playing,...

  • Love

    Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,
    Where that comes in that shall not go again;
    Love sells the proud heart’s citadel to Fate.
    They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then,
    When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking,
    And agony’s forgot, and...