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Weldon Kees

Spring 1940

For My Daughter

By Weldon Kees

Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read   Beneath the innocence of morning flesh Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed.   Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh […]

Spring 1940

Poem

By Weldon Kees

The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water, And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, as he leaves his love. The scholar, closing his book […]