Keith Douglas

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

Keith Douglas Poems

1. Simplify Me When I'm Dead 10/22/2015
2. Aristocrats: 'I Think I Am Becoming A God' 11/25/2014
3. Desert Flowers 1/2/2015
4. Cairo Jag 1/13/2003
5. Villanelle Of Spring Bells 1/13/2003
6. The Knife 12/18/2003
7. How To Kill 12/18/2003
8. Vergissmeinnicht 1/13/2003

Comments about Keith Douglas

  • Sean Macken (10/19/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    Eloquent, Moving. Like Donne at times

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  • Terry Craddock Terry Craddock (4/30/2015 9:21:00 PM)

    Superb touch, an exceptionally gifted and underrated poet.

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

    Simply a great poet - who should be greater read

  • 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.

Best Poem of Keith Douglas

Vergissmeinnicht

Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.

The frowning barrel of his gun
overshadowing. As we came on
that day, he hit my tank with one
like the entry of a demon.

Look. Here in the gunpit spoil
the dishonoured picture of his girl
who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht.
in a copybook gothic script.

We see him almost with content,
abased, and seeming to have paid
and mocked at by his own equipment
that's hard and good when he's ...

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