A Round Number by Keith Douglas (sound poem online -- guest's work

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Subject: A Round Number by Keith Douglas (sound poem online

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jim clark london england

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Date Posted: 11:25:16 12/06/03 Sat

Time as a theme appears in several of the poems of Keith Douglas (1920 - 1944) as if to predict his own early demise. This one written in 1940 before his military service seemingly vents some of his anger at being spurned by a girl he had developed a fondness for whilst a student at Oxford. Adegree of jealousy is evident from additional lines which he didnt use in his final draft ."My sacred lady without art" alludes to his judgement that the object of his affections had chosen an idiot over him... Heres the link to the page where you can listen online to this classic poem set to music.
http://groups.msn.com/acousticmusiciansandpoetssoundarchive/poetrysounds.msnw?action=get_message&mview=1&ID_Message=496
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 this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2003

A Round Number

The monotonous evil clock
is creeper climbing on my heart
and with rank ivy will pull down
my hope of happiness and renown.

My sacred lady without art
gives an idiot place to mock.

I know the fragrant girl is dead
and perished with my innocence
and died two hundred years ago
or twice that timeif time is slow,

and I think for recompense
she only lived inside my head.

Well she is gone: but I remember
my early promise, looking for
comfortablefame to make it amends.
And here my last existence ends.

For I cant feed hope anymore
and time has reached a round number.

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