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. Vergissmeinnicht 1/13/2003
8. How To Kill 12/18/2003

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

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.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
The wires touch his face: I cry
NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears

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 ...

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