Weldon Kees Long Poems

  • 1.
    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.
    ...
  • 2.
    Between the visits to the shock ward
    The doctors used to let you play
    On the old upright Baldwin
    Donated by a former patient
    ...
  • 3.
    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
    ...
  • 4.
    For a while
    Let it be enough:
    The responsive smile,
    Though effort goes into it.
    ...
  • 5.
    When the coal
    Gave out, we began
    Burning the books, one by one;
    First the set
    ...
  • 6.
    To Ernest Brace

    "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was
    about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto
    ...
  • 7.
    Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene
    Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore,
    Imperfect kindling even in this wind, burn on.

    ...
  • 8.
    Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants,
    the theatres, the grocery stores; I ride the cars
    and hear of Mrs. Bedfordâ??s teeth and Albuquerque,
    strikes unsettled, someoneâ??s simply marvelous date,
    ...
  • 9.
    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.
    ...
Total 9 Long Poems by Weldon Kees

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