Poems by Keith Douglas
Vergissmeinnicht
... For here the lover and killer are mingled ...
How To Kill
... and the wave of love travel into vacancy ...
Villanelle Of Spring Bells
... Bells in the town alight with springwarble the praise of Time, for he can bring ...
Cairo Jag
... the dead themselves, their boots, clothes and possessions ...
The Knife
... your breasts deserted by cloth, clothed in twilight ...
Simplify Me When I'm Dead
... "He was of such a type and intelligence," no more ...
Desert Flowers
... draperies on the eyes and leaves the mind awake ...
Aristocrats: "I Think I Am Becoming A God"
... Here then under the stones and earth they dispose themselves, ...
Actors Waiting In The Wings Of Europe (incomplete)
... it will be hard to hear our thoughts, hard to gauge ...
Vergissmeinnicht (Forget-me-not)
... For here the lover and killer are mingled ...
