Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

The Beach - Poem by Weldon Kees

Squat, unshaven, full of gas,
Joseph Samuels, former clerk
in four large cities, out of work,
waits in the darkened underpass.

In sanctuary, out of reach,
he stares at the fading light outside:
the rain beginning: hears the tide
that drums along the empty beach.

When drops first fell at six o'clock,
the bathers left. The last car's gone.
Sun's final rays reflect upon
the streaking rain, the rambling dock.

He takes an object from his coat
and holds it tightly in his hand
(eyes on the stretch of endless sand) .
And then, in darkness, cuts his throat.

Topic(s) of this poem: beach

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2014

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