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