Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Weldon Kees Poems

1. Variations On A Theme By Joyce 4/16/2010
2. The Conversation In The Drawing Room 4/16/2010
3. To A Noisy Contemporary 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. Colloquy 1/1/2004
17. Round 1/1/2004
18. The Doctor Will Return 1/13/2003
19. Year's End 1/13/2003
20. For My Daughter 4/16/2010
21. Aspects Of Robinson 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. The Beach 1/13/2003
32. The Bell From Europe 1/13/2003
33. Dead March 1/13/2003
34. 1926 1/13/2003
35. Robinson 1/13/2003
36. Covering Two Years 1/13/2003
37. A Distance From The Sea 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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The Speakers

"A equals X," says Mister One.
"A equals B," says Mister Two.
"A equals nothing under the sun
But A," says Mister Three. A few
Applaud; some wipe their eyes;
Some linger in the shade to see
One and Two in neat disguise
Decapitating Mister Three.

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