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Libido

By Rupert Brooke

Topics: classic

How should I know? The enormous wheels of will     Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet.     Night was void arms and you a phantom still,     And day your far light swaying down the street.     As never fool for love, I starved for you;     My throat was dry and my eyes hot to see.     Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view,     And your remembered smell most agony.     Love wakens love! I felt your hot wrist shiver     And suddenly the mad victory I planned     Flashed real, in your burning bending head. . . .     My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river     In shadow; and my heart beneath your hand     Quieter than a dead man on a bed.

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About Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English war poet whose sonnets—including "The Soldier" ("If I should die, think only this of me")—idealized the sacrifice of war. He died of sepsis en route to Gallipoli and became a symbol of the lost generation of WWI.

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