Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Je Suis Une Table - Poem by Donald Hall

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.

Simple ignorance presents,
later, words for a function,
but it is common pretense
of speech, by a convention,

and there is nothing at all
but inner silence, nothing
to relieve on principle
now this intense thickening.


Comments about Je Suis Une Table by Donald Hall

  • Fabrizio Frosini (5/22/2016 5:10:00 AM)


    and there is nothing at all
    but inner silence, ..

    e null'altro c'è
    se non silenzio interiore, ..

    - beautiful passage
    (Report) Reply

    21 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: silence



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]