Brooke never quite got into the bitter Sassoon/Owen* mode that most WWI poetry seems to adopt. Sassoon, admittedly, started out very bombastic and nationalistic, but pretty early on his poems changed in tone. Brooke...never really seemed to lose that nationalistic fervor. His poems always make me think of "Flanders Fields," and then I get upset and have to go read "Dulce et Decorum Est."


*And I do mean that with the slash between them. They are my somewhat-historical OTP.