Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Donald Hall Poems

1. Her Long Illness 4/24/2015
2. The Seventh Inning 10/5/2015
3. Olives 11/29/2014
4. Closings 1/21/2015
5. The Painted Bed 3/16/2012
6. The Things 3/16/2012
7. Ox Cart Man 3/16/2012
8. Gold 3/16/2012
9. Safe Sex 3/16/2012
10. Tubes 3/16/2012
11. The Alligator Bride 1/3/2003
12. Je Suis Une Table 1/3/2003
13. Wolf Knife 1/3/2003
14. The Man In The Dead Machine 1/3/2003
15. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
16. Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church 1/3/2003
17. Mount Kearsarge Shines 1/3/2003
18. White Apples 1/3/2003
19. Distressed Haiku 1/3/2003
20. Affirmation 1/3/2003
21. An Old Life 1/3/2003
22. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Donald Hall

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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Sudden Things

    A storm was coming, that was why it was dark. The wind was blowing the fronds of the palm trees off. They were maples. I looked out the window across the big lawn. The house was huge, full of children and old people. The lion was loose. Either because of the wind, or by malevolent human energy, which is the same thing, the cage had come open. Suppose a child walked outside!

    A child walked outside. I knew that I must protect him from the lion. I

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