A Channel Passage, ends with the awkwardly comical, even comically awkward, couplet: "And still the sick ship rolls. It's hard, I tell ye,/To choose 'twixt love and nausea, heart and belly." [Rupert] Brooke's risky, and badly handled, honesty to experience is a mature virtue in the making. It's a quality worlds away from sentimentality and jingoism, and would have made him into a different and far more considerable writer than the one we remember. Heaven
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Books blog: Poem of the week
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