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. Closings 1/21/2015
4. Olives 11/29/2014
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. Tubes 3/16/2012
10. Safe Sex 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. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
15. The Man In The Dead Machine 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

Comments about Donald Hall

  • George T Enoch (4/11/2015 6:37:00 AM)

    I wish to no more about him

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  • Cornelius Siccama Cornelius Siccama (12/4/2012 5:22:00 AM)

    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

  • Sheila Pallay (10/27/2009 8:34:00 AM)

    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

  • Lawrence Glendinning (9/14/2007 1:21:00 AM)

    I want to learn more about him

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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Je Suis Une Table

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.

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