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Date Posted: 06:45:06 04/14/04 Wed
Author: jim clark london england
Subject: Youth by Keith Douglas (listen online)

This delightful rather metaphysical poem was written in 1935 at the age of fifteen by Keith Douglas (1920 - 1944) and has perhaps been afforded by fate an uncanny air of prediction of his own unfulfilled dreams caused by his untimely death aged just 24 whilst serving as a second world war tank commander in France during the first Normandy invasion in June of 1944...

Heres the link to the page where you can listen to this and many other classic poems set to music....

http://tinyurl.com/2chhp

Regards.

Jim Clark
PS..Dont forget you can if you prefer listen to my sound poems at my Yahoo "sound poetry" web groups (look in "files") heres that link..
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bloozman_uk/
You can listen to this particular poem in my second yahoo "Soundpoemz" sound poetry group heres that link..
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/soundpoemz/


All rights are reserved on tghis sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2004

Youth

Your sword is brilliant through the auburn leaves
The sun patches your tunic of smooth woven green,
Each fold a thousand shimmers leaves,
Dazzling as leaping fish a moment seen.

The road curls down below you. In its spell
Pass glebe and woodland, where a hundred ways
Twist, some to a fairyland, and some to hell;
But there are better things beyond the maze.

When you have heard the whirl and song of strife,
When use scratches and rusts your weapons gleam
And age has marred the youngness of your life
With Dreams, you will come back again and dream.

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