Remember me when I am dead
and simplify me when I'm dead.
As the processes of earth
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We all are like some dust of a large desert, the existence or non existence of which has little role to play for the world. But our feelings are common and here the poet observes his own demise.He feels his death and foresee the reaction of world inherently pointing to the horror of death too.Nice poem
A great man and a great poet. My mentor, Norman Nicholson, from Cumbria, knew him well and admired his poetry. So do I Tom billsborough
Keith Douglas is of the world deserving mention.