Robinson At Home (Weldon Kees Poems)
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
Speak to her tenderly, taunt her not now,Tho' a million of sins hath deep furrowed her brow;Greet her with kindness. ...
I am blind, you outsiders. It is a curse, a contradiction, a tiresome farce, and every day I despair. I put my hand ...
Outside the storm is swishing to and fro; The wet wind hums its colorless refrain; Against the walls and dripping bars, the ...
O pity me that wander hence To haunt the precincts of intent;My soul is pale with impotence, Colorless and indolent.A soul for ...
It is March and black dust falls out of the booksSoon I will be goneThe tall spirit who lodged here ...
Now every leaf, though colorless, burns brightWith disembodied and celestial light,And drops without a movement or a soundA pillar of ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose;For the winter winds are sighing,All my playmates round me ...
WHAT lapse or accident of timeCan dull that soul's sonorous chimeWhich owns the priceless heritage -Youth's summer warmth in wintry ...
Plant of a hundred years! destroying Time Passes thy gentle race with hurrying trend, Leaves their bright petals colorless and ...
How many demands the beloved can make!The woman discarded, none.How glad I am that today the waterUnder the colorless ice ...
I've been thinking of you. Words we share that mean so much more. Every waking hour I am thinking of ...
The Jumbo Jet has barely shuddered off The ground, and I'm depressed. My scuba mask And fins, my fly rod ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
In the morning, when it was raining, Then the birds were hectic and loudy; Through all the reign is fall's ...
The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous, Fainting falling in the first evening Of the ...
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
It is March and black dust falls out of the books Soon I will be gone The tall spirit who ...
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