April 1st, 2011

Books

Poetry: "Robinson," by Weldon Kees

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.

The mirror from Mexico, stuck to the wall,
Reflects nothing at all. The glass is black.
Robinson alone provides the image Robinsonian.

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Notes: A friend introduced me to Kees in college. I've always loved the sense of surrealistic absurdity in this poem.