To Build A Quiet City In His Mind By Weldon Kees

To Build A Quiet City In His Mind To build a quiet city in his mind: A single overwhelming wish; to build, Not hastily, for…

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Statement With Rhymes By Weldon Kees

Statement With Rhymes Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants, the theatres, the grocery stores; I ride the cars and hear of Mrs. Bedford’s…

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Colloquy By Weldon Kees

Colloquy In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon and the sky for…

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The Speakers By Weldon Kees

The Speakers “A equals X,” says Mister One. “A equals B,” says Mister Two. “A equals nothing under the sun But A,” says Mister Three….

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The Beach By Weldon Kees

The Beach Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened underpass. In sanctuary,…

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Aspects Of Robinson By Weldon Kees

Aspects Of Robinson Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds. Gray men in overcoats are…

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The Smiles Of The Bathers By Weldon Kees

The Smiles Of The Bathers The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water, And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends,…

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Girl At Midnight By Weldon Kees

Girl At Midnight Then walk the floor, or twist upon your bed While bullets, cold and blind, rush backward from the target’s eye, And say,…

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Round By Weldon Kees

Round “Wondrous life!” cried Marvell at Appleton House. Renan admired Jesus Christ “wholeheartedly.” But here dried ferns keep falling to the floor, And something inside…

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Dead March By Weldon Kees

Dead March Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on….

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The Party By Weldon Kees

The Party The obscene hostess, mincing in the hall, Gathers the guests around a crystal ball. It is on the whole an exciting moment; Mrs….

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La Vita Nuova By Weldon Kees

La Vita Nuova Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists To where…

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Robinson At Home By Weldon Kees

Robinson At Home Curtains drawn back, the door ajar. All winter long, it seemed, a darkening Began. But now the moonlight and the odors of…

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A Distance From The Sea By Weldon Kees

A Distance From The Sea To Ernest Brace “And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard…

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The Furies By Weldon Kees

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…

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Lines For An Album By Weldon Kees

Lines For An Album Over the river and through the woods To grandmother’s house we go … She waits behind the bolted door, Her withered…

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Testimonies By Weldon Kees

Testimonies “Others at their porches …” 1. “I baited bears and prayed. The Queen Grew inky on Boethius. Between The angels and the animals we…

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1926 By Weldon Kees

1926 The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots A phonograph is playing…

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The End Of The Library By Weldon Kees

The End Of The Library When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then…

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Late Evening Song By Weldon Kees

Late Evening Song For a while Let it be enough: The responsive smile, Though effort goes into it. Across the warm room Shared in candlelight,…

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Relating To Robinson By Weldon Kees

Relating To Robinson Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer; And, walking in the twilight toward the docks, I thought I made out Robinson ahead of me….

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Variations On A Theme By Joyce By Weldon Kees

Variations On A Theme By Joyce The war is in words and the wood is the world That turns beneath our rootless feet; the vines…

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The Climate Of Danger By Weldon Kees

The Climate Of Danger The middle is the place to stand If there can be one solid spot, Undoubted, in that damaged land. Two schools…

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For My Daughter By Weldon Kees

For My Daughter Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read Beneath the innocence of morning flesh Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed. Coldest…

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Problems Of A Journalist By Weldon Kees

Problems Of A Journalist “I want to get away somewhere and re-read Proust,” Said an editor of Fortune to a man on Time. But the…

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Year’s End By Weldon Kees

Year’s End The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the newer blood Streaked…

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The Conversation In The Drawing Room By Weldon Kees

The Conversation In The Drawing Room —That spot of blood on the drawing room wall, No larger than a thumbnail when I looked a moment…

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Interregnum By Weldon Kees

Interregnum Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by his thumbs from the…

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What The Spider Heard By Weldon Kees

What The Spider Heard Will there be time for eggnogs and eclogues In the place where we’re going? Said the spider to the fly. I…

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The Doctor Will Return By Weldon Kees

The Doctor Will Return The surgical mask, the rubber teat Are singed, give off an evil smell. You seem to weep more now that heat…

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Covering Two Years By Weldon Kees

Covering Two Years This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in the air,…

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The Upstairs Room By Weldon Kees

The Upstairs Room It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine boards my…

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The Bell From Europe By Weldon Kees

The Bell From Europe The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church Rang out nostalgia for the refugee Who knew the source of bells by…

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A Pastiche For Eve By Weldon Kees

A Pastiche For Eve Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every bolt…

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To A Noisy Contemporary By Weldon Kees

To A Noisy Contemporary Your ego’s bad dream drums that vision Encountered on page one, pages three to eighty-nine. Count the wound-up places where we…

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Robinson By Weldon Kees

Robinson The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without violence, and he kicks…

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A Musician’s Wife By 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…

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1926 – Weldon Kees

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….

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The Upstairs Room – Weldon Kees

It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine boards my father’s father nailed,…

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