Rupert Brooke described in his poem "The Great Lover" things that he had loved in his life. What do you love?This is a portion of Rupert Brooke's poem "The Great Lover." This is beautiful imagery...
This is a portion of Rupert Brooke's poem "The Great Lover." This is beautiful imagery in its greatest form. In my honor's classes, I use to have them write what they loved in their lives. It was hard for them to commit to anything other than their parents and siblings. So, I will make the commitment first.
These I have loved:
A night when the rain beats against the window panes;
New fallen snow;
The face of my newborn daughter;
My first paycheck;
Beautiful hands with old age spots;
The laughter of my students when they are secure in themselves;
There are many, many more...but these I have loved!
From "The Great Lover" by Rupert Brooke
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
Furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns...
And thousand other throng to me!
Oh, how I needed to read about what people love.
I love hearing that my child and her family landed safely at the airport despite the storm
The joy of knowing my son's life is good and happy
That my sisters and brothers look forward to Christmas in July at the lake
Former students who touch my life
The sunshine which warms the couch where I read
Dear friends without whom life would contain less joy
The smell of freshly cut wood which my sweetie will make into marvelous things
The picture of twins I will never touch in the arms of someone I love
The joy of a whole night's sleep knowing how hard that is for me to achieve
My ability to help those truly in need of someone to listen for which I am grateful as it teaches me to be happy in my own life.
And my thanks for people at enotes who create wonderful discussions like this one, those who have become friends even though I have never met them, those who think like I do about difficult issues, and those who support me when I feel like I'm not sufficient for the task!
You're right. Inner reflection is quite hard but so important to make us really appreciate all we have. I love:
The look on my son's face every time he comes home from where he works in "the Bush."
The "Cape Robin" who sits outside my kitchen waiting for crumbs in the winter.
A huge cup (mug actually and really huge) of hot tea after a particularly stressful event.
Having a big family Christmas
Reuniting with a relative or friend after many years.
My bank manager - but only sometimes!!
Why isn't life always this simple? Brooke embraced
a youthful exuberance, a boyishness, a love of life,
and we would do well to remember the simple things in our over-complicated lives!!
My greatest loves:
- My wonderful wife (I'd better list her first).
- Travelling. I've been to Europe 18 times, and I love the islands of the Caribbean and visiting cities in the Deep South. Favorite places: Amsterdam, Nice, London, St. Thomas, New Orleans and The Big Apple.
- Southern Bar-B-Q, particularly North Carolina style.
- Rainy days.
- Staying in touch with my former students (primarily on Facebook).
- Florida Gators football, basketball and baseball.
- Fantasy baseball--and the New York Yankees.
- Ice Cream.
- Garage sales and flea markets.
- The wild peacocks that roam my neighborhood.
I love my God and all of God's amazing creation - the mist in the valley at sunrise and the scarlet in the sky at dusk; the smell of fresh flowers and freshly baked bread; the touch of a loving word or thought or hand; the sound of laughter and music and the silence of prayer; the crunch of a juicy apple.
I love my life and the people and opportunities all around. I love waking in the morning and looking forward to new adventures and learning during the day; I love remembering good times as I drift off to sleep at night.
I love that moment when reading where a truth from my own experience is expressed and recognized in a text and, in that moment, the connective and universal power of literature as art really hits home.
Finding yourself, even just a little piece of yourself, in a work of writing is the kind of exhilirating moment that makes people like me into writers and English majors.
I love the challenge of answering quetions on enotes and the pleasure I get from helping others. I love my cats. I love my family. Most of all, I love my job teaching. There is nothing better, or harder, than teaching.