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Please Join My Facebook Page by CLICKING HERE Diccussions, translations and positive people at our Facebook Page The Furies by Weldon Kees Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at blinding noon, a retinue Of shadows that no door Excludes.--One like a kind of scrawl, Hands scrawled trembling and blue, A harelipped and hunchbacked dwarf With a smile like a grapefruit rind, Who jabbers the way I do When the brain is empty and tired And the guests no longer care: A clown, who shudders and suddenly Is a man with a mouth of cotton Trapped in a dentist's chair. Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more: One with his face gone rotten, Most hideous of all, Whose crutches shriek on the sidewalk As a fingernail on a slate Tears open some splintered door Of childhood. Down the hall We enter a thousand rooms That pour the hours back, That silhouette the walls With shadows ripped from war, Accusing and rigid, black As the streets we are discolored by. The crutches fall to the floor. Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six, or more Than fingers or brain can bear-- A monster strung with guts, A coward covered with hair, Matted and down to his knees, Murderers, liars, thieves, Moving in darkened rows Through daylight and evening air Until the eyelids close, Snapped like the blades of a knife, And your dream of their death begins. Possessors and possessed, They keep the bedside wake As a doctor or a wife Might wait the darkness through Until the pale daybreak-- Protectors of your life. Please Join My Facebook Page by CLICKING HERE

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Poems by Weldon Kees A Pastiche For Eve 1926 The Speakers Round Colloquy La Vita Nuova Robinson The Bell From Europe Interregnum Covering Two Years Years End The Furies The End Of The Library The Beach The Upstairs Room Dead March The Doctor Will Return A Distance From The Sea The Smiles Of The Bathers Late Evening Song A Musicians Wife

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W.H. Auden	W.S. Merwin	Wallace Stevens
Walt Whitman	Walter Savage Landor	Wang Wei
Weldon Kees	Wendell Berry	Wilfred Owen
William Barnes	William Blake	William Butler Yeats
William Carlos Williams	William Collins	William Cowper
William Drummond	William Ernest Henley	William Lisle Bowles
William Shakespeare	William Stafford	William Wordsworth
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