• The Patient is Rallying

    Weldon Kees

    Spring 1945

    Difficult to recall an emotion that is dead,
    Particularly so among these unbelieved fanfares
    And admonitions from a camouflaged sky.

    I should have remained burdened with destinations
    Perhaps, or stayed quite drunk, or obeyed
    The undertaker, who was fairly charming, after all.

    Or was there a room like that one, worn
    With our whispers, and a great tree blossoming
    Outside blue windows, warm rain blowing in the night?

    There seems to be some doubt. No doubt, however,
    Of the chilled and empty tissues of the mind
    —Cold, cold, a great gray winter entering—
    Like spines of air, frozen in an icecube.

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