Desert Flowers Poem by Keith Douglas

Desert Flowers

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Living in a wide landscape are the flowers -
Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying -
the shell and the hawk every hour
are slaying men and jerboas, slaying

the mind: but the body can fill
the hungry flowers and the dogs who cry words
at nights, the most hostile things of all.
But that is not news. Each time the night discards

draperies on the eyes and leaves the mind awake
I look each side of the door of sleep
for the little coin it will take
to buy the secret I shall not keep.

I see men as trees suffering
or confound the detail and the horizon.
Lay the coin on my tongue and I will sing
of what the others never set eyes on.

Friday, January 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 21 August 2019

Well articulated and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing, remain enriched.

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M Asim Nehal 20 December 2015

Interesting poem......liked it..8

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John Richter 30 April 2015

I don't know what any of this means.

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Keith Douglas

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Tunbridge Wells, Kent
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