Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Weldon Kees Poems

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