Poems by Weldon Kees
La Vita Nuova
... Becomes your costume when the torn leaves blow ...
Round
... Here in this houseDried ferns keep falling to the floor, a mouse ...
The Speakers
... Porters too. The past goes down and disappears, ...
A Pastiche For Eve
... "Sad stem, Sweet evil, stretching out a lion's jaws," wrote Marbode ...
Covering Two Years
... Slowly, Whatever splits, dissevers, cuts, cracks, ravels, or divides ...
Colloquy
... "I bring," I said, "besides this dish of liver, and an edge ...
Variations on a Theme by Joyce
... --There is rain in the woods, slow rain that breeds ...
Aspects Of Robinson
... The breakers. Where the night ends, Robinson in East Side bars ...
Robinson At Home
... Who sleeps. Were there more music sifted through the floors ...
The Party
... Our eyes Stare at the planes that fill the swelling globe, ...
Saratoga Ending
... So many years ago, hauling driftwood up from the shore, ...
The Conversation In The Drawing Room
... Ah, now he has stopped and only thrashes about, rather feebly, on the floor ...
A Late History
... doors all closed, the windows blocked and barred for good&mdash ...
Statement with Rhymes
... m pursued by thoughts of what I am, authority, remembrance, food, ...
Land’s End
... Beyond the lighthouse, black against the sky, ...
