In honor of Valentine’s Day, we share with you one of the very worst love poems ever written, by famous poet Rupert Brooke, over 100 years ago. It brilliantly juxtaposes sea-sickness, images of vomiting … and love. We particularly admired the line “Brown gobbets up I throw.”. What could be more romantic? We want to throw up too!
A Channel Passage
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew
I must think hard of something, or be sick;
And I could think hard only of one thing — you!
You, you alone could hold my fancy ever!
And with you memories come, sharp pain, and dole.
Now there’s a choice — heartache or tortured liver!
A sea-sick body, or a you-sick soul!
Do I forget you? Retchings twist and tie me,
Old meat, good meals, brown gobbets up I throw.
Do I remember? Acrid and slimy,
The sobs and slobber of a last year’s woe.
And still the sick ship rolls. ‘Tis hard, I tell ye,
To choose ‘twixt love and nausea, heart and belly.
Because even romance can be stupid …