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Weldon Kees

Nebraska / United States
Monday, January 13, 2003

A Musician's Wife

Rating: 3.1
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 rooms.

And always, when I came back to my sister's
I used to get out the records you made
The year before all your terrible trouble,
The records the critics praised and nobody bought
That are almost worn out now.

Now, sometimes I wake in the night
And hear the sound of dead leaves
against the shutters. And then a distant
Music starts, a music out of an abyss,
And it is dawn before I sleep again.
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I love this poem and everything I've read so far. I am a fan. I want to be inspired some more, for my poetry is hungry and starves for attention.
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Susan Williams 26 January 2016
This poem let's us walk beside him as he visits the musician- - not only that, but the poet let's us into the sad corridors of his heart and mind. Poignant, yes. Well-written, yes. Forgettable, no.
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Jean Bernard Parr 26 January 2016
On how time can shift you into another state, poignant and filmic
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Kim Barney 26 January 2016
A haunting poem that touches on mental illness, not in the poet but in the musician. Very sad but extremely well written.
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M Asim Nehal 26 January 2016
A music to life and the twist and turns are fantastic.
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Anil Kumar Panda 26 January 2016
' A music out of an abyss' is very nice. Sweet imagery.Liked it.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 26 January 2016
Amazing and touching memoirs about unsold records of the musicians troubling the betterhalf. Very amzing flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.
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Edward Kofi Louis 26 January 2016
To play along with the songs of life. Thanks for sharing.
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Ramesh Rai 24 June 2013
Now, sometimes I wake in the night And hear the sound of dead leaves against the shutters. And then a distant Music starts, a music out of an abyss, And it is dawn before I sleep again. certainly, there is music in every step of nature.
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Ramesh Rai 24 June 2013
Now, sometimes I wake in the night And hear the sound of dead leaves against the shutters. And then a distant Music starts, a music out of an abyss, And it is dawn before I sleep again. certainly, there is music in every step of nature.
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