Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Comments about Weldon Kees

  • Evelyn (7/16/2018 9:39:00 AM)

    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 (2/22/2018 11:47:00 AM)

    Trying to get my workout

  • Thomas Goodwin (12/15/2017 12:29:00 PM)

    Trying to get my name out there

  • Constance Steckel (12/1/2013 6:48:00 AM)

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

  • Midnight Solitude (12/11/2011 7:52:00 PM)

    One of America's greatest poets.

  • Pietro Roversi (2/19/2010 3:21:00 PM)

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

  • Lamont Palmer (11/25/2006 7:07:00 PM)

    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

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 ...

Read the full of A Musician's Wife

The Furies

Not a third that walks beside me,
But five or six or more.
Whether at dusk or daybreak
Or at blinding noon, a retinue
Of shadows that no door
Excludes.--One like a kind of scrawl,
Hands scrawled trembling and blue,
A harelipped and hunchbacked dwarf
With a smile like a grapefruit rind,

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