For My Daughter (Weldon Kees Poems)
Looking into my daughter's eyes I readBeneath the innocence of morning fleshConcealed, hintings of death she does not heed.Coldest of ...
Looking into my daughter's eyes I readBeneath the innocence of morning fleshConcealed, hintings of death she does not heed.Coldest of ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by ...
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