I Love Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke - 1887 - 1915

I subscribe to a poetry site. A poem-a-day is sent to my inbox. Truthfully I read some of them, many I don't. During the weekdays I'm sent poems by contemporary poets. Weekends I get classic poems written by dead poets.

For some reason I was immediately drawn to the title, which lead me to read this poem today called Beauty and Beauty. It was written in 1914 by the English poet Rupert Brooke who was born in 1887 and died tragically at the young age of 27 in 1915. I'd never heard of him until today.
Well I've now fallen completely in love with Rupert Brooke, but I'm prone to falling for dead artists. What can I say, I have issues around men who are emotionally unavailable to me.

 Here's Rupert Brooke's poem Beauty and Beauty. I shared it with two beautiful individuals that are celebrating their 60th wedding Anniversary today.

When Beauty and Beauty meet
   All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
   And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
   With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
   After—after—

Where Beauty and Beauty met,
   Earth’s still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
   And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
   And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
   After—after—

Rupert Brooke