Tuesday, 17 February 2009

Rupert Brooke and the Victorian Shoes

Thank you all (muchly!) for your reactions to my casting in the musical! The end of March is such a long time to wait. This is something I've wanted to be able to do as long as I can remember, and I'm so excited and thankful to finally have such a wonderful chance!

The two parts of this title couldn't be more unrelated, but I love them both. First, the shoes, this time belonging to feet.

Rupert Brooke is one of the great British WWI poets, best known for his five-sonnet set, The Soldier. His work is stunningly beautiful and moving, definitely influenced by Romanticism...I love it, though I don't always agree with his war philosophy! Here they are. (italics mine - at least read those!)

I. Peace
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

II. Safety
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,
The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.
We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;
Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;
And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.

III. The Dead
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid the world away; poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
That men call age; and those who would have been,
Their sons, they gave, their immortality.

Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.

IV. The Dead (II)
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movements, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

V. The Soldier
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.

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.

Lovely and sobering aren't they?



bananabint said...

CONGRATS, CAIT!!! I just wanted to say that that's SO COOL you got a part in Annie. I always loved that musical--as a movie and as a play I once saw acted out (but only at like a junior high level). THAT'S SO AWESOME!! REALLY COOL. Anyway, CONGRATS again! DO YOUR BEST!

sammi-lise ^_^ said...

oh, i didn't know you got a part in that musical...sorry, haven't been checking up on your blog much these days...but i was just looking at the post i missed and it is magnificent as usual...

congrats though :)

break a leg...corny i know, but the best i an think of at the moment

toodles dear

<3 lise

Autumn said...

the boylan sisters!! i love annie. congratulations!

I want those shoes!

Creaholica said...

hahaha, OK that's nice of you. :)

And, the musical Annie, are we talking about the same musical? the one with the red hairy little girl. Singing: 'tommorow, tommorow'

The movie of that musical I've always watched when I was little!


in company with sparkles said...

Thanks so much BananaBint =D

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