Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
In the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.


Collected Poems (1966)

Keith Douglas Quotes

Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang In the closed fist: Open...

Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang In the closed fist: Open...

Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang In the closed fist: Open...

Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang In the closed fist: Open...