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 Things 3/16/2012
6. Ox Cart Man 3/16/2012
7. The Painted Bed 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. Wolf Knife 1/3/2003
13. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
14. Je Suis Une Table 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. 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 ...

Read the full of Affirmation

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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