Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

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Weldon Kees was born in Beatrice, Nebraska, on February 24, 1914. His father, John Kees, owned a hardware store. As a boy, Kees had an interest in music, art, and writing. He also published his own movie magazine. In 1935, he graduated from the University of Nebraska with a B.A. degree. While still in college, Kees began to publish fiction in many mid-western literary magazines.

Kees began to write and publish poems shortly after college. His first job was working for the Federal Writers' Project in Lincoln, Nebraska. Through the 1930s Kees mostly wrote short stories, placing them in the little magazines and intellectual quarterlies (Prairie Schoone, Horizon, Rocky Mountain ... more »

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Constance Steckel (12/1/2013 6:48:00 AM)

    Kees deserves to be much better known. The New Yorker did publish many of his poems.

  • Rookie Midnight Solitude (12/11/2011 7:52:00 PM)

    One of America's greatest poets.

  • Rookie Pietro Roversi (2/19/2010 3:21:00 PM)

    True great poetry, like Dickinson, Stevens or Moore, hard to read but the reward is definitively there!

  • Freshman - 877 Points Lamont Palmer (11/25/2006 7:07:00 PM)

    Kees is probably the greatest obscure poet of the 20th century in American poetry. Nearly on par with Stevens in his words and music. -LP

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Best Poem of Weldon Kees

Robinson

The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone.
His act is over. The world is a gray world,
Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano,
The nightmare chase well under way.

The mirror from Mexico, stuck to the wall,
Reflects nothing at all. The glass is black.
Robinson alone provides the image Robinsonian.

Which is all of the room--walls, curtains,
Shelves, bed, the tinted photograph of Robinson's first wife,
Rugs, vases panatelas in a humidor.
They would fill the room if Robinson came in.

The pages in the books are blank,
The books ...

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