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. Closings 1/21/2015
4. Olives 11/29/2014
5. The Painted Bed 3/16/2012
6. The Things 3/16/2012
7. Tubes 3/16/2012
8. Ox Cart Man 3/16/2012
9. Gold 3/16/2012
10. Safe Sex 3/16/2012
11. The Alligator Bride 1/3/2003
12. A Poet At Twenty 1/3/2003
13. Je Suis Une Table 1/3/2003
14. Wolf Knife 1/3/2003
15. Mount Kearsarge Shines 1/3/2003
16. The Man In The Dead Machine 1/3/2003
17. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
18. Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church 1/3/2003
19. White Apples 1/3/2003
20. Distressed Haiku 1/3/2003
21. An Old Life 1/3/2003
22. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
23. 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 ...

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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

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