Friday 24 April 2015

Poem ~ Brooke: Under an Aegean Sky - Saturday, 24 April 1915


Source: File: Rupert Brooke in uniform.jpg, 2015. From Rupert Brooke War Hero? [online]  Available at: <https://mgdbb.wordpress.com/tag/rupert-brooke/> [Accessed: 24 April 2015].


Source: File: Grave of Rupert Brooke on the Greek island of Skyros.jpg, 2015. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia [online]  Available at: <http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:P8170206.JPG#/media/File:P8170206.JPG > [Accessed: 24 April 2015].

The call for Gallipoli had come to the fleet,
harboured about Trebuki Bay of Skyros;
Where Asquith joined Brown in the news
That Lieutenant Rupert Brooke had died.

With the man's temperature falling faster,
The two men turned to walking - in their
Talking they believed Brooke would not
Want a sea burial - then what to do?

The French Hospital ship was bound
For the port of Asia - clearly, if left abroad
The poet's body might never be claimed -
The decision was to let him rest on Skyros.

That night, they organised what needed
To be done - 7p.m. Brown, Freyberg, along
With Lister formed a party onto the island,
Choosing where Brooke had once rested.

That place where Brooke had declared
A feeling of peace - below twelve olive
trees that overhung, where they marked
his grave - they began to dig the space.

Aboard ship the French formed on a upper
Deck, a rectangle of palm trees and placed
The box there, under an English flag, to use
A cauterizing iron to carve his name and date.

When dressed in his uniform, Brooke's coffin
Carried his holster pistol and pith helmet -
As twelve officers from the Grantully Castle
Accompanied the coffin, upon Quilter's boat.

Beneath a enclosing darkness, the procession
Of boats made for the shore; under a cloudy
Moon came Australian bearers, as men held
Lamps to mark their way over a rocky inland.

They carried Brooke slowly, taking two hours
Over less than a mile 11 p.m. a slow lantern
Marked approach, of a hurriedly made cross -
As the bearers and party made the final steps.

They lowered him on a bed of olive sprigs
And flowering sages  - a lifting breeze stirred
About the foliage, as the Chaplain read out
The English service; three volleys sounded.

The shots startled nearby goats - the echoes
Slowly died as the last post drifted into night.
With the parade gone, friends remained and
Laid pink and white marble for a grave cairn.

By a penciled Greek epitaph and a cairn upon
The place, an Aegean island gave fitting tribute
For an English poet - to lay amid shepherds,
Grazing goats, in a shadow of Mount Olympus.

The friends left, having done their sad duty -
To have buried a symbol of their generation.
In their sense of loss, the Dardanelles called
Them from the poet left under an Aegean sky.

by Jamie Mann.

Hassall, C.,1996. Rupert Brooke: A Biography. London. Faber and Faber. Ch XIII. 

Source: File: Rupert Brooke. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. [online] Available at: <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupert_Brooke> [Accessed: 24 April 2015].

Mann, J., 2015. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 24 April 2015). 


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