Weldon Kees

Weldon Kees Biography

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 ...

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Lamont Palmer 25 November 2006

Kees is probably the greatest obscure poet of the 20th century in American poetry. Nearly on par with Stevens in his words and music. -LP

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Pietro Roversi 19 February 2010

True great poetry, like Dickinson, Stevens or Moore, hard to read but the reward is definitively there!

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Evelyn 16 July 2018

Why would anyone imagine that we'd want to hear poetry read in a robotic computerized voice, with no sense of the poem's mood or tone or cadence? It's horrible!

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Thomas. Goodwin 22 February 2018

Trying to get my workout

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Thomas Goodwin 15 December 2017

Trying to get my name out there

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Constance Steckel 01 December 2013

Kees deserves to be much better known. The New Yorker did publish many of his poems.

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Midnight Solitude 11 December 2011

One of America's greatest poets.

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The Best Poem Of Weldon Kees

A Musician's Wife

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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