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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 this day's lifelong
engagement with the one task and desire.
Donald Hall
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Lamont Palmer
(8/14/2006 2:09:00 PM) |
If simple anecdotes made great poetry, I guess we'd all be in line for a Pulitzer. I'm afraid it isnt that easy. -LP
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John Tiong Chunghoo
(6/25/2006 10:03:00 AM) |
donald, here and in a simple way, we get into your real life.
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Trucker Jeff
(6/18/2006 10:48:00 AM) |
Sometimes the best poems are just pictures of a normal moment in life. I like this poem. It is a snap shot, a journal entry.
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