Treasure Island

Donald Hall

(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

An old life


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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
1 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: thanks, cat, snow, car, night, life

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (An old life by Donald Hall )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 6 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. You Made Me A Fool, Edward Kofi Louis
  2. Only aim, gajanan mishra
  3. The Wheelchair Butterfly, James Tate
  4. Crickets, Jayatissa Liyanage
  5. I can feel your love, Jesus James Llorico
  6. Grabbing The Winds, Edward Kofi Louis
  7. Christianity is, Peter Hall
  8. Poems (Haiku), Jesus James Llorico
  9. The road home from Glasgow airport, Peter Hall
  10. Where the grass is greener, Peter Hall

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Ernest G Moll

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]