Rupert who? B.r.o.o.k.e.
The poet who penned the lines from which “wawbat” was pulled… that’s who.
He is best known for his ‘war sonnets’
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
but those are the writings I like least. Since I am a tactile person, I think I appreciate the way he evoked that in his writing…
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble;
and the rough male kiss of blankets…
While I adore every word of The Treasure, I find only bits and pieces of his other works to my liking
Infinite hungers leap no more in the chance swaying of your dress;
And love has changed to kindliness.
He was a romantic
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
who sounded much older than he was
And there’s an end, I think, of kissing, when our mouths are one with mouth
and apparently experienced a bit of heartbreak and betrayal in his short life
And I shall find some girl perhaps,
And a better one than you,
With eyes as wise, but kindlier,
And lips as soft, but true,
And I daresay she will do.
with an odd bit of humor here and there…
The women there do all they ought;
The men observe the Rules of Thought;
They love the Good; they worship Truth;
They laugh uproariously in youth;
(And when they get to feeling old,
They up and shoot themselves, I’m told). . .
I just like good old Rupert, what can I say?