Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Donald Hall Poems

1. The Seventh Inning 10/5/2015
2. Her Long Illness 4/24/2015
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. An Old Life 1/3/2003
21. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
22. Affirmation 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

Affirmation

To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is ...

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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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