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. Tubes 3/16/2012
8. Ox Cart Man 3/16/2012
9. Gold 3/16/2012
10. Safe Sex 3/16/2012
11. The Alligator Bride 1/3/2003
12. Mount Kearsarge Shines 1/3/2003
13. A Poet At Twenty 1/3/2003
14. The Man In The Dead Machine 1/3/2003
15. Wolf Knife 1/3/2003
16. Je Suis Une Table 1/3/2003
17. Sudden Things 1/3/2003
18. Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church 1/3/2003
19. White Apples 1/3/2003
20. Distressed Haiku 1/3/2003
21. An Old Life 1/3/2003
22. Name Of Horses 1/3/2003
23. Affirmation 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Donald Hall


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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