Friday, April 16, 2010
Robinson At Home Comments
Rating: ★2.8
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.
All winter long, it seemed, a darkening
Began. But now the moonlight and the odors of the street
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7/25/2025 11:06:19 AM # 1.0.0
An autobiographical poem, which is really about Weldon Kees. I can almost see the curtains in his room. Kees wrote about the dark side of life; he had a desire to die in his sleep, but lesser now. He dreams vivid, exotic dreams. It was indeed tragic that Weldon Kees took his own life, throwing himself off a high bridge.