Weldon Kees
Who is Weldon Kees
Harry Weldon Kees (February 24, 1914 – disappeared July 18, 1955) was an American poet, painter, literary critic, novelist, playwright, jazz pianist, short story writer, and filmmaker. Despite his brief career, Kees is considered an important mid-twentieth-century poet of the same generation as John Berryman, Elizabeth Bishop, and Robert Lowell. His work has been immensely influential on subsequent generations of poets writing in English and other languages and his collected poems have been included in many anthologies. Harold Bloom lists the publication of Kees's first book The Last Man (1943) as an important event in the chronology of his textbook Modern American Poetry as well as a book worthy of his Western Canon.
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Weldon Kees Poems
- 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 like a vein to every monument.
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- 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
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- 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. Lefevre stares with her one good eye;
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- For My Daughter
Looking into my daughterâ??s eyes I read
Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed.
Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh
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- Girl At Midnight
Then walk the floor, or twist upon your bed
While bullets, cold and blind, rush backward from the targetâ??s eye,
And say, â??I will not dream that dream again. I will not dream
Of long-spent whispers vanishing down corridors
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- Cjsarett: a weldon kees morning. “the plague” — “we could hear the sound of beating clothes”
- Cjsarett: weldon kees, “1926”— “an orange moon. i see the lives/of neighbors, mapped and marred.”
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- Plastic_bio: a good night for the fireplace to becrackling with flames - or so he figured,crumpling the papers he could only seeas testimonials to long plateaus of emptiness.
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