The Beach Poem by Weldon Kees

The Beach

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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.

Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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Agnas 24 February 2018

This poem really helped me in my homework

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Weldon Kees

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Nebraska / United States
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