Weldon Kees Poems
- 1926 The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the ...
- A Musician's Wife Between the visits to the shock ward The ...
- A Distance From The Sea To Ernest Brace "And when the ...
- Robinson The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His ...
- Dead March Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene ...
- The Bell From Europe The tower bell in the Tenth Street ...
- The Beach Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, ...
Weldon Kees was born in Beatrice, Nebraska, on February 24, 1914. His father, John Kees, owned a hardware store. As a boy, Kees had an interest in music, art, and writing. He also published his own movie magazine. In 1935, he graduated from the University of Nebraska with a B.A. degree. While still in college, Kees began to publish fiction in many mid-western literary magazines.
Kees began to write and publish poems shortly after college. His first job was working for the Federal Writers' Project in Lincoln, Nebraska. Through the 1930s Kees mostly wrote short stories, placing them in the little magazines and intellectual quarterlies (Prairie Schoone, Horizon, Rocky Mountain ... more »
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The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
Raked in piles, the wicker swing
Creaking. Across the lots
A phonograph is playing Ja-Da.
An orange moon. I see the lives
Of neighbors, mapped and marred
Like all the wars ahead, and R.
Insane, B. with his throat cut,
Fifteen years from now, in Omaha.
I did not know them then.
My airedale scratches at the door.
And I am back from seeing Milton Sills
And Doris Kenyon. Twelve years old.
The porchlight coming on again.