Keith Douglas

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

Keith Douglas Poems

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