Rupert Brooke

På den grekiska ön Skyros står denna staty till minne av poeten Rupert Brooke som dog år 1915 (på väg till Gallipoli). Brookes grav finns också på Skyros. På sockeln till statyn står dessa ord: "To Rupert Brooke and eternal poetry." (och en gång för många år sedan- en stjärnklar natt stod jag själv vid den här statyn och kunde känna närvaron av denna eviga poesi som bland annat Rupert Brooke varit med att skapa.)

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If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England.

There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

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And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.