Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Weldon Kees Poems

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

Not a third that walks beside me,
But five or six or more.
Whether at dusk or daybreak
Or at blinding noon, a retinue
Of shadows that no door
Excludes.--One like a kind of scrawl,
Hands scrawled trembling and blue,
A harelipped and hunchbacked dwarf
With a smile like a grapefruit rind,

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