Mount Kearsarge Shines Poem by Donald Hall

Mount Kearsarge Shines

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Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches
snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river
               budges but remains still. Tonight
we carry armloads of logs

from woodshed to Glenwood and build up the fire
that keeps the coldest night outside our windows.
Sit by the woodstove, Camilla,
               while I bring glasses of white,

and we'll talk, passing the time, about weather
without pretending that we can alter it:
Storms stop when they stop, no sooner,
leaving the birches glossy

with ice and bent glittering to rimy ground.
We'll avoid the programmed weatherman grinning
               from the box, cheerful with tempest,
and take the day as it comes,

one day at a time, the way everyone says,
These hours are the best because we hold them close
in our uxorious nation.
Soon we'll walk -- when days turn fair

and frost stays off -- over old roads, listening
for peepers as spring comes on, never to miss
               the day's offering of pleasure
for the government of two.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Allport 19 December 2016

it might be cold now but it will get better together

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 December 2016

Old roads. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Seamus O Brian 19 December 2016

A leisurely moving piece, reflecting the slow, savoring dance of romance. A beautiful work.

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Rajnish Manga 19 December 2016

What an exhilarating landscape carrying with it the glimpses of extreme cold weather. Thanks. snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river Storms stop / when days turn fair

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Joyce 26 November 2019

I love the poem

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John b 26 November 2019

Good poem i really like iT

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Ruta Mohapatra 26 November 2019

Nice poem on winter! Congrats on poem of day!

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 November 2019

with ice and bent glittering to rimy ground. We'll avoid the programmed weatherman grinning from the box, cheerful with tempest, and take the day as it comes, .../// superb poetic expression

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Dr Antony Theodore 26 November 2019

one day at a time, the way everyone says, These hours are the best because we hold them close in our uxorious nation. Soon we'll walk - when days turn fair very good poem, tony

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Donald Hall

Donald Hall

Hamden / Connecticut
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