Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Weldon Kees Poems

1. Variations On A Theme By Joyce 4/16/2010
2. To A Noisy Contemporary 4/16/2010
3. The Conversation In The Drawing Room 4/16/2010
4. The Climate Of Danger 4/16/2010
5. What The Spider Heard 4/16/2010
6. The Party 4/16/2010
7. Testimonies 4/16/2010
8. Problems Of A Journalist 4/16/2010
9. To Build A Quiet City In His Mind 4/16/2010
10. Relating To Robinson 4/16/2010
11. Covering Two Years 4/16/2010
12. Girl At Midnight 4/16/2010
13. Lines For An Album 4/16/2010
14. Robinson At Home 4/16/2010
15. Statement With Rhymes 4/16/2010
16. Aspects Of Robinson 4/16/2010
17. Colloquy 1/1/2004
18. Round 1/1/2004
19. Year's End 1/13/2003
20. The Doctor Will Return 1/13/2003
21. For My Daughter 4/16/2010
22. The Speakers 1/13/2003
23. The Smiles Of The Bathers 1/13/2003
24. The Upstairs Room 1/13/2003
25. The Furies 1/13/2003
26. A Pastiche For Eve 1/13/2003
27. La Vita Nuova 1/13/2003
28. Interregnum 1/13/2003
29. Late Evening Song 1/13/2003
30. The End Of The Library 1/13/2003
31. Covering Two Years 1/13/2003
32. Dead March 1/13/2003
33. The Beach 1/13/2003
34. The Bell From Europe 1/13/2003
35. A Distance From The Sea 1/13/2003
36. 1926 1/13/2003
37. Robinson 1/13/2003
38. A Musician's Wife 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Weldon Kees

A Musician's Wife

Between the visits to the shock ward
The doctors used to let you play
On the old upright Baldwin
Donated by a former patient
Who is said to be quite stable now.

And all day long you played Chopin,
Badly and hauntingly, when you weren't
Screaming on the porch that looked
Like an enormous birdcage. Or sat
In your room and stared out at the sky.

You never looked at me at all.
I used to walk down to where the bus stopped
Over the hill where the eucalyptus trees
Moved in the fog, and stared down
At the lights coming on, in the white ...

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A Pastiche For Eve

Unmanageable as history: these
Followers of Tammuz to the land
That offered no return, where dust
Grew thick on every bolt and door. And so the world
Chilled, and the women wept, tore at their hair.
Yet, in the skies, a goddess governed Sirius, the Dog,
Who shines alike on mothers, lesbians, and whores.

What are we governed by? Dido and Carrie

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