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For My Daughter / Weldon Kees

Von: George Dance (georgedance04@yahoo.ca) [Profil]
Datum: 26.09.2009 17:09
Message-ID: <4263b151-8049-400b-8541-9ae57c4953ba@q14g2000vbi.googlegroups.com>
Newsgroup: alt.arts
For My Daughter
by Weldon Kees
For My Daughter

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
Of seaweed snarled these miniatures of hands;
The night’s slow poison, tolerant and bland,
Has moved her blood. Parched years that I have seen
That may be hers appear: foul, lingering
Death in certain war, the slim legs green.
Or, fed on hate, she relishes the sting
Of others’ agony; perhaps the cruel
Bride of a syphilitic or a fool.
These speculations sour in the sun.
I have no daughter. I desire none.

---
Weldon Kees (1943)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weldon_Kees


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