The Soldier

This poem was introduced in literary appreciation class yesterday. Such a beautiful poem. I almost cried after hearing my lecturer recite it. It's not every day that I come across writings that stir my emotions so greatly. The poet's expression for his nation is truly inspiring. "I am England" was what he was saying. I don't suppose many of us have a passion so great for our country so much so that we are able to say that, but I do desire that one day, I'd be able to say it from the core of my heart that "I am Malaysia"

The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

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.

Rupert Brooke, 1914