Weldon Kees

In 1955, poet and painter Weldon Kees’ car was found abandoned by the Golden Gate Bridge.

He was never seen again.

Friends who went to search his apartment found no note, though Kees’ cat, Lonesome, was alive and well.

I guess Lonesome is the cat Kees is referring to in the poem below.


In the broken light, in owl weather,
Webs on the lawn where the leaves end,
I took the thin moon and the sky for cover
To pick the cat’s brains and descend
A weedy hill. I found him groveling
Inside the summerhouse, a shadowed bulge,
Furred and somnolent.—”I bring,”
I said, “besides this dish of liver, and an edge
Of cheese, the customary torments,
And the usual wonder why we live
At all, and why the world thins out and perishes
As it has done for me, sieved
As I am toward silences. Where
Are we now? Do we know anything?”
—Now, on another night, his look endures.
“Give me the dish,” he said.
I had his answer, wise as yours.


1 Response to “Weldon Kees”

  1. 1 leah July 4, 2007 at 5:24 pm

    maybe the bio is off. Though the cat was named lonesome, and he did live in san fran., therefore having access to the bridge, it is still speculation. His whole life is jigsawed speculation.

    In this poem, the relationship between cat and man is what I find intriguing.

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