The Poetry Corner

Sonnet: In Time Of Revolt

By Rupert Brooke

The Thing must End. I am no boy! I am No BOY! I being twenty-one. Uncle, you make A great mistake, a very great mistake, In chiding me for letting slip a "Damn!" What's more, you called me "Mother's one ewe lamb," Bade me "refrain from swearing, for her sake, Till I'm grown up" . . . By God! I think you take Too much upon you, Uncle William! You say I am your brother's only son. I know it. And, "What of it?" I reply. My heart's resolved. Something must be done. So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress This too avuncular officiousness, Intolerable consanguinity.