Desert Flowers
Keith Douglas
Living in a wide
landscape are the flowers –
Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying –
the
shell and the hawk every hour
are slaying men and jerboas, slaying
The mind: but the body
can fill
the hungry flowers and the dogs who cry words
at nights, the most
hostile things of all.
But that is not news. Each time the night discards
Draperies on the eyes
and leaves the mind awake
I look each side of the door of sleep
for the little
coin it will take
to buy the secret I shall not keep.
I see men as trees
suffering
or confound the detail and the horizon.
Lay the coin on my tongue and
I will sing
of what the others never set eyes on.
I chose this poem because this poem gives a different perspective of war where the war is filled with chaos and deaths. This poem tells the death of soldiers and referring them to the desert flowers. This poem highlights the danger and the terror of being involved in the war.








