Weldon Kees

(1914 - 1955 / Nebraska / United States)

Weldon Kees
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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

A Musician's Wife

Between the visits to the shock ward
The doctors used to let you play
On the old upright Baldwin
Donated by a former patient
Who is said to be quite stable now.

And all day long you played Chopin,
Badly and hauntingly, when you weren't
Screaming on the porch that looked
Like an enormous birdcage. Or sat
In your room and stared out at the sky.

You never looked at me at all.
I used to walk down to where the bus stopped
Over the hill where the eucalyptus trees
Moved in the fog, and stared down
At the lights coming on, in the white ...

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