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.
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Weldon Kees is an wise poet. His poems have been with me for a long time.
wow......haunting.....Gothic....Is that my reflection in the mirror?
I like the portrait of Kees' alter ego, Robinson. witty in places, 'All day the phone rings. It could be Robinson/ Calling. It never rings when he is here'.