Keith Douglas (January 24, 1920 – June 9, 1944 / Tunbridge Wells, Kent)
''How can I live among this gentleKeith Douglas (1920-1944), British poet. Aristocrats (l. 9-14). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
absolescent breed of heroes, and not weep?
for they are falling into two legends
in which their stupidity and chivalry
are celebrated. Each, fool and herb, will be an immortal.''
''For here the lover and killer are mingledKeith Douglas (1920-1944), British poet. Vergissmeinnicht (l. 21-24). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
who had one body and one heart.
And death who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.''
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Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake,
a pasty Syrian with a few words of English
or the Turk who says she is a princess--she dances
apparently by levitation? Or Marcelle, Parisienne
always preoccupied with her dull dead lover:
she has all the photographs and his letters
tied in a bundle and stamped Decede in mauve ink.
All this takes place in a stink of jasmin.