Keith Douglas

(January 24, 1920 – June 9, 1944 / Tunbridge Wells, Kent)

Comments about Keith Douglas

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sean Macken (10/19/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    Eloquent, Moving. Like Donne at times

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  • Gold Star - 22,647 Points Terry Craddock (4/30/2015 9:21:00 PM)

    Superb touch, an exceptionally gifted and underrated poet.

  • Rookie - 7 Points Allan Lindsay (7/27/2013 2:19:00 PM)

    Simply a great poet - who should be greater read

  • Rookie Dick Bird (5/12/2008 9:13:00 PM)

    A very underrated poet, a tragedy enough he should die so young after a not particularly happy early life compounded by the fact that his work is overlooked. His awareness of the humanity of the enemy sets apart from even Owen; his victims are real men with mothers and girlfriends. His poems are technically innovative and his images persist.

How To Kill

Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.

Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.

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