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Donald Hall Poems
- Name Of Horses All winter your brute shoulders strained ...
- An Old Life Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke ...
- Affirmation To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, ...
- Distressed Haiku In a week or ten days the snow and ...
- White Apples when my father had been dead a week I ...
- Mount Kearsarge Shines Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from ...
- Christmas Party At The South D...
Biography
Donald Hall was born in Hamden, Connecticut, the only child of Donald Andrew Hall, a businessman, and Lucy Wells. He was educated at Phillips Exeter Academy, then earned a bachelor's degree from Harvard in 1951 and a B.Litt, from Oxford in 1953. Hall received a honorary PhD, Lit. from Bates College in 1991.
Hall began writing even before reaching his teens, beginning with poems and short stories, and then moving on to novels and dramatic verse. Hall continued to write throughout his prep school years at Exeter, and, while still only sixteen years old, attended the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, where he made his first acquaintance with the poet Robert Frost.... more »
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Name Of Horses
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer,
for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.
In April you pulled cartloads of manure to spread on the fields,
dark manure of Holsteins, and knobs of your own clustered with oats.
All summer you mowed the grass in meadow and hayfield, the mowing machine
clacketing beside you, while the sun walked high in the morning;
and after noon's heat, you pulled a clawed rake through the...
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Very vivid n evocative are your poems
Such evocative images - the colors and feelings of life. Love An Old Life.
I wish to no more about him
every time I reread the name of horses I have tears in my eye. Why? I guess it is about the most honest and upright way to convey the meaning of love
I have been collaborating with Donald Hall for the past few years...combining his words and my photographs. If you like his poetry you should visit my website: www.eaglepondgallery.com
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