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Lamont Palmer (7/19/2008 3:14:00 PM)
I don't know what was in Hall's mind but in my mind it is a poem about contemplating a father's life, perhaps following in his footsteps, or doing his memory justice by living a decent life. Normally I don't like Hall, but this one touched me. Yes, I miss my dad. Hall misses his too. -LP |
Robert Howard (12/24/2006 11:51:00 AM)
Jeff,
I cannot know what Donald Hall wanted us to think but here is what I thought as I read the poem.
The first time the persona heard his father's voice, he talked himself into the reality that his dead father could not be at the door.
The next time he would hear his father call he plans to irrationally on his rain gear and go out to meet him in defiance of his rational self.
'Death shall have no dominion.' |
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