Year’s End (Weldon Kees Poems)
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art's imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The ...
The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason "Oh murder! What was that, Papa!" "My child, ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
A MILLION young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads, And the million are now under ...
the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety ~ Webster A wild patience has taken me this far as if ...
O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We've swum ...
furnished rooms, flats, a hayloft, a tent, motels, under a table, under an overturned rowboat, in a villa (briefly) but ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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