Monday, January 13, 2003

Vergissmeinnicht Comments

Rating: 4.0
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.

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Keith Douglas
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John powers 02 March 2021
He's buried behind Normandy
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????? 14 December 2020
i think this poem raise a lot of questions inside the reader, it let the reader in confusion and curiosity. According to my simple knowledge about this poem, i see that we can relate to it's theme 'war" . it evokes contradictory feelings inside everyone experience the lost and depression due to war.
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Alison Taylor 04 April 2020
Please stop the computer-simulated audio reading of poetry. It’s bad enough for captions but poetry? Really, it couldn’t be a worse idea.
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Mahtab Bangalee 25 February 2020
For here the lover and killer are mingled who had one body and one heart. And death who had the soldier singled has done the lover mortal hurt. /// it's thought provoking stanza; here on this earth the Lover and the Killer are mingled partner in stealing the beautification of life! ! ! !
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Chinedu Dike 21 August 2019
Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
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Jack Jenkins 11 June 2019
the exam who needs revision
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stoners tonight anyone? #Ilovesyokes
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Nutter 28 April 2019
English Is Gae Why does lit exist
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hugo lessing 12 February 2019
i is the biggest nitty in all of the lands
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hugo lessing 12 February 2019
man said im the biggest nitty ever braaaattttt braaatttttt
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Yannick Pérais 08 February 2019
Here is a link do the study of the poem: https: //poemanalysis.com/vergissmeinnicht-by-keith-douglas-poem-analysis/
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Hitler 23 January 2019
This sucks more than those Jews i killed
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Susan Williams 19 March 2018
That was a harrowing write and worthy of a master poet. These images and these thoughts will stay with the reader for a long long long time. Onto my fav list and certainly deserves a 10 rating though it doesn't need a rating for people to realize it is a giant piece of literature.
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Mike Houlding 23 August 2017
A wondrful poem and poet. Totally unsentimental and with no self pity.
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Smoky Hoss 07 April 2017
Death, love, victors and victims. Life filled with fever and favor. We all win, we all lose.
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Lantz Pierre 07 April 2017
There is very little to add to the thorough and penetrating critique of this poem supplied by Terry Craddock below. Such meticulous and insightful analyses are rarely met with on these pages and I applaud his effort. The only addition I can offer is the important role of the title, Vergissmeinnicht, a German word meaning forget me not. I think it is key that this word has not been translated, but left in its original as found in the third stanza of the poem as part of a note between soldier and lover. As it appears in the poem it is pure reportage of the scene, we don't even know if the observer is aware of its English meaning. But it does telegraph the nationality of the dead figure, and thus the greater setting of the poem. Furthermore, used as a title it begs the reader to find a translation and meaning as it applies the whole work. And as it applies to the totality of the poem I think it's clear that the reference is to both the deceased soldier and the horror of war as well as the presumably innocent lover who has been forever detached from this object of her desire. A stunning, thought provoking work.
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Bernard F. Asuncion 07 April 2017
The dust upon the paper eye.... thanks for posting...
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Edward Kofi Louis 07 April 2017
Three weeks gone! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Terry Craddock 30 April 2015
Three weeks dead is a ripe convulsive corpse, the imagery is stark, unsettling, graphic, realist, form the personification of the 'frowning barrel of his gun' lies the implication of other hits upon other tanks both made and not made; the last hit was upon the narrator's tank As we came on that day, he hit my tank with one like the entry of a demon. No mention is made of deaths or casualties suffered by the narrator's tank crew, this is a surgical viewing of the fallen enemy, who has been left not on the glorious heroic field of battle but on the 'nightmare ground' unburied. The first stanza introduction to this slain enemy is low key, he is 'found the soldier sprawling in the sun' as if sunbathing. In the third stanza like tourists viewing points of interest in a foreign landscape we are commanded Look. Here in the gunpit spoil the dishonoured picture of his girl who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht. in a copybook gothic script. ** No pity is immediately expressed, no remorse, the implications of simmering anger and hatred linger, are expressed as 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 decayed. He his paid the price for his past killings in death, even his equipment is valued more than he, his weapons remain hard and good as he decays, will remain formidable when he is completely decayed. The impact of how his corpse looks crawling with flies is delivered through contrast, his girlfriend or wife, remembers him strong youth as he was But she would weep to see today how on his skin the swart flies move; the dust upon the paper eye and the burst stomach like a cave. In the last stanza are intermixed two images, 'lover and killer', the lover she knew who will never return and the killer left to rot. She remembers 'one body and one heart', we have been introduced to the staring face of death; the paper eye dust covered is lifeless, the stomach blown open with a horrific wound like a cave, the open life upon the features of this decaying wreck of youth is 'on his skin the swart flies move'. This is the image we carry into the final stanza, without a prayer we will leave this rotting corpse For here the lover and killer are mingled who had one body and one heart. And death who had the soldier singled has done the lover mortal hurt. Death is stronger than love, love failed to protect the soldier, the lover's heart will beat no more, because death singled this lover out and did his 'lover mortal hurt.' Those who glorify war should learn a lesson from this poem. 10+++
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Rod Mendieta 07 April 2017
Yes. All along I was thinking 'a slap in the face of those thinking it's glorious to die for your country'... though we don't really know if his soul was spirited away by a beautiful Walküre.
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Joel Williams 04 December 2005
Litteral and metaphorical memories of a past battle.
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