Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Year's End - Poem by Weldon Kees

The state cracked where they left your breath
No longer instrument. Along the shore
The sand ripped up, and the newer blood
Streaked like a vein to every monument.
The empty smoke that drifted near the guns
Where the stiff motor pounded in the mud
Had the smell of a hundred burned-out suns.
The ceiling of your sky went dark.
A year ago today they cracked your bones.

So rot in a closet in the ground
For the bad trumpets and the capitol's
Long seasonable grief. Rot for its guests,
Alive, that step away from death. Yet you,
A year cold, come more living to this room
Than these intruders, vertical and warm.


Comments about Year's End by Weldon Kees

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 5:13:00 AM)


    Yet you,
    A year cold, come more living to this room
    Than these intruders, vertical and warm.

    -

    Eppure, Tu,
    O freddo anno, entri più vivo in questa stanza
    Di questi intrusi, verticali e caldi.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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