Treasure Island

Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Quotations

  • ''In football they measure forty-yard sprints. Nobody runs forty yards in basketball. Maybe you run the ninety-four feet of the court; then you stop, not on a dime, but on Miss Liberty's torch. In football you run over somebody's face.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet, essayist. "Basketball: The Purest Sport of Bodies," Fathers Playing Catch with Sons: Essays on Sport, North Point Press (1985).
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  • ''Sweet death, small son, our instrument
    Of immortality,
    Your cries and hungers document
    Our bodily decay.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. My Son, My Executioner (l. 5-8). . . Contemporary American Poetry. A. Poulin, Jr., ed. (4th ed., 1985) Houghton Mifflin Company.
  • ''For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses,
    roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,
    yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter
    frost heaved your bones in the ground—old toilers, soil makers:
    O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Names of Horses (l. 25-29). . . Contemporary American Poetry. A. Poulin, Jr., ed. (4th ed., 1985) Houghton Mifflin Company.
  • ''Generation on generation, your neck rubbed the windowsill
    of the stall, smoothing the wood as the sea smooths glass.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Names of Horses (l. 15-16). . . Contemporary American Poetry. A. Poulin, Jr., ed. (4th ed., 1985) Houghton Mifflin Company.
  • ''He packs wool sheared in April, honey
    in combs, linen, leather
    tanned from deerhide,
    and vinegar in a barrel
    hooped by hand at the forge's fire.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Ox Cart Man (l. 6-10). . . Contemporary American Poetry. A. Poulin, Jr., ed. (4th ed., 1985) Houghton Mifflin Company.
  • ''I was afraid the waking arm would break
    From the loose earth and rub against his eyes
    A fist of trees, and the whole country tremble
    In the exultant labor of his rise;''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. The Sleeping Giant (l. 5-8). . . New Yorker Book of Poems, The. (1969) The Viking Press. (Paperback edition of 1974 published by William Morrow & Company).
  • ''Chipmunks jump, and
    Greensnakes slither.
    Rather burst than
    Not be with her.''
    Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Valentine (l. 1-4). . . New Treasury of Children's Poetry, A; Old Favorites and New Discoveries. Joanna Cole, comp. (1984) Doubleday & Company.

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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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