War under the microscope

On the war poetry of Keith Douglas, continued

For my next post, I hope to write on something a little different—perhaps about a recent encounter with an emanation of das Ewig-Weibliche, or else a long-meditated essay on Alice Munro, who knows. For now, I return to the war poetry of Keith Douglas.

My last post took a general view, examining a recurring motif in the Second World War poet’s work—the …