Keith Douglas

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

How To Kill - Poem by Keith Douglas

Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
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Comments about How To Kill by Keith Douglas

  • Gold Star - 26,918 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/21/2015 3:17:00 AM)

    Though this is one among the top standard poem of old times the meanings are relevant today and it is so important in a world of conflicts that we live. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,023 Points Nika Mcguin (2/21/2014 7:32:00 PM)

    And look, has made a man of dust
    of a man of flesh. This sorcery
    I do. Being damned, I am amused
    to see the centre of love diffused
    and the wave of love travel into vacancy.
    How easy it is to make a ghost.

    These lines are so bone chilling. I also liked the shadow/mosquito verse. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/21/2013 3:40:00 AM)

    A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches. thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gerard Rochford (1/28/2007 2:01:00 PM)

    this jagged, uneven poem, is nevertheles i feel, one of the great poems of the last century. the mosquito image is wonderfully worked. (Report) Reply








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