If at times my eyes are lenses
through which the brain explores
constellations of feeling
my ears yielding like swinging doors
admit princes to the corridors
into the mind, do not envy me.
I have a beast on my back.
Keith Douglas (1920-1944)
Bête Noire, 1944
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When I read this, I wondered whether Keith Douglas’s death might be suicide, at the young age of 24. But notice the year. Wikipedia says: