Weldon Kees

Weldon Kees

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Saratoga Ending

Iron, sulphur, steam: the wastes         Of all resorts like this have left their traces
Old canes and crutches line the walls
Light         Floods the room, stripped from the pool, broken         And shimmering like scales
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The Doctor Will Return

The surgical mask, the rubber
Are singed, give off an evil smell
You seem to weep more now that
Spreads everywhere we look
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The End Of The Library

When the
Gave out, we
Burning the books, one by one;
First the
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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 exist; one says there is No region lacking hazard, pain,
And fear; the other mentions plains Enclosed For those Wanting mor...
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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 target’s eye,
And say, “I will not dream that dream again
I will not dream Of long-spent whispers vanishing down corridors That turn throug...
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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
Someone in uniform hums Brahms
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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 face in thirty pieces,
While blood runs thin, and memory,
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