Poems by Weldon Kees
The Beach in August
... Condition. The tide goes in and goes out ...
Relating to Robinson
... While lights clicked softly in the dusk from red to green, ...
Eight Variations
... Justice and virtue, you will find, have been amazingly preserved ...
The Coming of the Plague
... All the miscarriages, the quarrels, the jealousies ...
For My Daughter
... Or, fed on hate, she relishes the sting ...
Small Prayer
... Originally appeared in the October 1947 issue of Poetry magazine ...
To Build A Quiet City In His Mind
... to build, Not hastily, for there is so much wind, ...
Girl At Midnight
... While bullets, cold and blind, rush backward from the targets eye, ...
Testimonies
... The stairway to the street, to red-cheeked chromo Christ, ...
To A Noisy Contemporary
... Of incestuous relations, hearty friendship, or the cult ...
The Climate Of Danger
... Their moons Are sterile as their eyes, dull marbles, ...
What The Spider Heard
... O, why go there when we know there is nothing there but fear ...
Lines For An Album
... The daughter whose death was unexplained, ...
Problems Of A Journalist
... You taste, fantast and epicure, the names of towns along the coast, ...
