Weldon Kees Door Poems

  • 1.
    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;
    ...
  • 2.
    Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
    Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
    Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.
    The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.
    ...
  • 3.
    The porchlight coming on again,
    Early November, the dead leaves
    Raked in piles, the wicker swing
    Creaking. Across the lots
    ...
  • 4.
    Over the river and through the woods
    To grandmotherâ??s house we go ...


    ...
  • 5.
    The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church
    Rang out nostalgia for the refugee
    Who knew the source of bells by sound.
    We liked it, but in ignorance.
    ...
  • 6.
    Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer;
    And, walking in the twilight toward the docks,
    I thought I made out Robinson ahead of me.

    ...
  • 7.
    Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.
    All winter long, it seemed, a darkening
    Began. But now the moonlight and the odors of the street
    Conspire and combine toward one community.
    ...
  • 8.
    Unmanageable as history: these
    Followers of Tammuz to the land
    That offered no return, where dust
    Grew thick on every bolt and door. And so the world
    ...
  • 9.
    Not a third that walks beside me,
    But five or six or more.
    Whether at dusk or daybreak
    Or at blinding noon, a retinue
    ...
Total 9 Door Poems by Weldon Kees

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