Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Donald Hall Poems

1. Her Long Illness 4/24/2015
2. The Seventh Inning 10/5/2015
3. Olives 11/29/2014
4. Closings 1/21/2015
5. The Painted Bed 3/16/2012
6. The Things 3/16/2012
7. Ox Cart Man 3/16/2012
8. Gold 3/16/2012
9. Tubes 3/16/2012
10. Safe Sex 3/16/2012
11. The Alligator Bride 1/3/2003
12. Mount Kearsarge Shines 1/3/2003
13. Je Suis Une Table 1/3/2003
14. Wolf Knife 1/3/2003
15. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
16. The Man In The Dead Machine 1/3/2003
17. Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church 1/3/2003
18. Distressed Haiku 1/3/2003
19. White Apples 1/3/2003
20. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
21. An Old Life 1/3/2003
22. Affirmation 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Donald Hall


To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is ...

Read the full of Affirmation

White Apples

when my father had been dead a week
I woke
with his voice in my ear
                         I sat up in bed

and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes

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