Thursday, December 18, 2003

The Knife Comments

Rating: 3.6

Can I explain this to you? Your eyes
are entrances the mouths of caves
I issue from wonderful interiors
upon a blessed sea and a fine day,
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Keith Douglas
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Practicing Poetess 19 March 2018

A most creative, beautifully deep poem about love. I would enjoy reading more of his works! Rightfully deserving of Poem of the Day.

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Susan Williams 19 March 2018

The poet lived from January 24,1920 – June 9,1944? ? ? ? That is only 24 years of life to draw on for experience, wisdom, and eternal truths.. Well, he certainly lived with passion as the young tend to do: .And in your body each minute I died moving your thigh could disinter me from a grave in a distant city your deserted by cloth, clothed in twilight filled me with tears, sweet cups of flesh. The whole poem is the work of an artist with words his palette.

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Rajnish Manga 19 March 2018

I will remember this poem for its supple portrayal of love and sensuousness. Thanks.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 19 March 2018

Beautiful expression. Such a nice sharing.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 March 2018

Such a profound poem by Keith Douglas👍👍👍

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 March 2018

Touching expression. Beautiful poem shared.

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M Asim Nehal 25 November 2016

The height of love.....a lovely poem 10+++

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Terry Craddock 30 April 2015

POEM: The Knife by Keith Douglas Exquisite poetry... Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors an investigation of this poem, these lines, is to enter wonderful worlds of imagination 10+++

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Terry Craddock 30 April 2015

Exquisite poetry... Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors an investigation of this poem, these lines, is to enter wonderful worlds of imagination 10+++

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