Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

An Old Life - Poem by Donald Hall

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.

Comments about An Old Life by Donald Hall

  • J Garcia (2/19/2014 5:38:00 PM)

    Can someone explain to me what this poem means? (Report) Reply

    3 person liked.
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  • Michael Gale Michael Gale (2/11/2010 9:58:00 PM)

    Nicely done. A love for a wife, is a love of all.

    God bless us all-MJG. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (2/3/2010 3:54:00 AM)

    Top marks for a reality poem, and I enjoyed a coffee with you++++10
    regards (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo (6/25/2006 10:03:00 AM)

    donald, here and in a simple way, we get into your real life. (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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