Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Donald Hall Poems

1. The Seventh Inning 10/5/2015
2. Her Long Illness 4/24/2015
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. Safe Sex 3/16/2012
9. Gold 3/16/2012
10. Tubes 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. White Apples 1/3/2003
19. Distressed Haiku 1/3/2003
20. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
21. Affirmation 1/3/2003
22. An Old Life 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Donald Hall

An Old Life

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I broomed snow off the car
and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart
before Amy opened
to yank my Globe out of the bundle.
Back, I set my cup of coffee
beside Jane, still half-asleep,
murmuring stuporous
thanks in the aquamarine morning.
Then I sat in my blue chair
with blueberry bagels and strong
black coffee reading news,
the obits, the comics, and the sports.
Carrying my cup twenty feet,
I sat myself at the desk
for ...

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Je Suis Une Table

It has happened suddenly,
by surprise, in an arbor,
or while drinking good coffee,
after speaking, or before,

that I dumbly inhabit
a density; in language,
there is nothing to stop it,
for nothing retains an edge.

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