Aspects Of Robinson (Weldon Kees Poems)
Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thinBlue light comes down once more outside the blinds.Gray men in overcoats are ...
Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thinBlue light comes down once more outside the blinds.Gray men in overcoats are ...
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
Looking into my daughter's eyes I readBeneath the innocence of morning fleshConcealed, hintings of death she does not heed.Coldest of ...
Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every ...
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church Rang out nostalgia for the refugee Who knew the source of bells ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House. Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." But here dried ferns keep falling to the ...
"A equals X," says Mister One. "A equals B," says Mister Two. "A equals nothing under the sun But A," ...
When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then ...
Between the visits to the shock ward The doctors used to let you play On the old upright Baldwin Donated ...
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water, And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, ...
For a while Let it be enough: The responsive smile, Though effort goes into it. Across the warm room Shared ...
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
The surgical mask, the rubber teat Are singed, give off an evil smell. You seem to weep more now that ...
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by ...
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