Wednesday, February 4, 2009

BEAUTY AND BEAUTY by RUPERT BROOKE


Beauty and Beauty

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--a
fter--

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



Rupert Brooke


4 comments:

MonMon said...

Was he the poet who died in the war?

Bay Martin said...

He's the man, he's the legend!

Bay Martin said...

He's the man, he's the legend!

Ramoningning said...

Has he any popular poem?