Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Donald Hall Poems

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

Comments about Donald Hall

  • Sunita (8/25/2018 1:20:00 PM)

    Very vivid n evocative are your poems

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  • Ashley (7/1/2018 12:22:00 PM)

    Such evocative images - the colors and feelings of life. Love An Old Life.

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

    I wish to no more about him

  • 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:

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

    I want to learn more about him

Best Poem of Donald Hall

An Old Life

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I broomed snow off the car
and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart
before Amy opened
to yank my Globe out of the bundle.
Back, I set my cup of coffee
beside Jane, still half-asleep,
murmuring stuporous
thanks in the aquamarine morning.
Then I sat in my blue chair
with blueberry bagels and strong
black coffee reading news,
the obits, the comics, and the sports.
Carrying my cup twenty feet,
I sat myself at the desk
for ...

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The Alligator Bride

The clock of my days winds down.
The cat eats sparrows outside my window.
Once, she brought me a small rabbit
which we devoured together, under
the Empire Table
while the men shrieked
repossessing the gold umbrella.

Now the beard on my clock turns white.

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