Quotes from Weldon Kees

Robinson in Glen plaid jacket, Scotch-grain shoes,Black four-in-hand and oxford button-down,The jeweled and silent watch that winds itself, the brief-Case, covert topcoat, clothes for spring, all coveringHis sad and usual heart, dry as a winter leaf.

What other hope does life hold out But the miraculous, the skilled and patient Execution, the teamwork, all the pain and worry every miracle involves?

But the room is cold, the words in the books are cold; And the question of whether we get what we ask for Is absurd, unanswered by the sound of an unlatched door Rattling in wind, or the sound of snow on roofs, or glare Of the winter sun. What we have learned is not what we were told. I watch the snow, feel for the heartbeat that is not there.

I look at you Across those fires and the dark.

Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen, That time may find its sound again, and cleanse Whatever it is that a wound remembers After the healing ends.

A Small Prayer" Change, move, dead clock, that this fresh day May break with dazzling light to these sick eyes. Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen, That time may find its sound again, and cleanse Whatever it is that a wound remembers After the healing ends.

I look at youAcross those fires and the dark.