Rupert Brooke, poet, was one of the casualties of World War I (he died, not in action, but as a result of an infected mosquito bite while traveling with the British Mediterranean Expeditionary Force). Brooke is remembered to this day for his war poems, however, on this June day, I'd like to share a light-hearted poem found in The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke [821 BRO]. (Our copy is from 1943!)
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
This life cannot be All, they swear,
For how unpleasant, if it were!
One may not doubt that, somehow, Good
Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And, sure, the reverent eye must see
A Purpose in Liquidity.
We darkly know, by Faith we cry,
The future is not Wholly Dry.
Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near--
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time.
Is wetter water, slimier slime!
And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
Who swam ere rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;
And under that Almighty Fin,
The littlest fish may enter in.
Oh! never fly conceals a hook,
Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,
But more than mundane weeds are there,
And mud, celestially fair;
Fat caterpillars drift around,
And Paradisal grubs are found;
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.
And in that Heaven of all their wish,
There shall be no more land, say fish.
I love the word choice--"Purpose in liquidity," "wetter water, slimier slime," "Squamous, omnipotent, and kind" "Paradisal grubs."
Today's Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted by Carol at Beyond Literacy Link--be sure to stop by!