Donald Hall
An Old Life by Donald Hall

An Old Life by Donald Hall

Snow fell in the night.At five-fifteen I woke to a bluishmounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,I broomed snow off the carand drove to the Kearsarge ...

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Affirmation by Donald Hall

Affirmation by Donald Hall

To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies.Then we row for years on ...

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Safe Sex by Donald Hall

Safe Sex by Donald Hall

If he and she do not know each other, and feel confidentthey will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words; if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desireonly ...

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Tubes by Donald Hall

Tubes by Donald Hall

1'Up, down, good, bad,' saidthe man with the tubesup his nose, ' there's lotsof variety…However, notionsof balance betweenextremes of fortuneare stupid—or atbest unobservant.'He ...

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Wolf Knife by Donald Hall

Wolf Knife by Donald Hall

In the mid August, in the second yearof my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winteralmost upon us, Kantiuk and Iattempted to dash the sledgealong Crispin Bay, searching ...

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Sudden Things by Donald Hall

Sudden Things by Donald Hall

A storm was coming, that was why it was dark. The wind was blowing the fronds of the palm trees off. They were maples. I looked out the window across the big lawn. The house ...

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Name Of Horses by Donald Hall

Name Of Horses by Donald Hall

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 ...

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Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church by Donald Hall

Christmas Party At The South Danbury Church by Donald Hall

December twenty-firstwe gather at the white Church festooned red and green, the tree flashing green-red lights beside the altar.After the children of Sunday School recite ...

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Mount Kearsarge Shines by Donald Hall

Mount Kearsarge Shines by Donald Hall

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

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White Apples by Donald Hall

White Apples by Donald Hall

when my father had been dead a weekI wokewith his voice in my ear I sat up in bedand held my breathand stared at the pale closed doorwhite apples and the ...

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Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall

Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall

In October of the year,he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,counting the seed, countingthe cellar's portion out,and bags the rest on the cart's floor.He packs wool sheared ...

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Distressed Haiku by Donald Hall

Distressed Haiku by Donald Hall

In a week or ten daysthe snow and icewill melt from Cemetery Road.I'm coming! Don't move!Once again it is April.Today is the daywe would have been marriedtwenty-six years.I ...

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The Painted Bed by Donald Hall

The Painted Bed by Donald Hall

'Even when I danced erectby the Nile’s gardenI constructed Necropolis.Ten million fellaheen cellsof my body floated stonesto establish a white museum.'Grisly, foul, and terrificis ...

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Closings by Donald Hall

Closings by Donald Hall

1"Always Be Closing," Liam told us—abc of real estate, used cars,and poetry. Liam the dandyloved Brooks Brothers shirts, double-breastedsuits, bespoke shoes, and linen jackets.On ...

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The Seventh Inning by Donald Hall

The Seventh Inning by Donald Hall

1. Baseball, I warrant, is not the whole occupation of the aging boy.Far from it: There are cats and roses; there is her water body. She fillsthe skin of her legs up, like ...

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Her Long Illness by Donald Hall

Her Long Illness by Donald Hall

Daybreak until nightfall, he sat by his wife at the hospital while chemotherapy dripped through the catheter into her heart. He drank coffee and read the ...

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Olives by Donald Hall

Olives by Donald Hall

"Dead people don't like olives,"I told my partners in eighth grade dancing class, who never listened as we fox-trotted, one-two, one-two. The dead people I often ...

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The Things by Donald Hall

The Things by Donald Hall

When I walk in my house I see pictures,bought long ago, framed and hanging—de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore—that I've cherished and stared at for years,yet my eyes keep ...

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Gold by Donald Hall

Gold by Donald Hall

Pale gold of the walls, goldof the centers of daisies, yellow rosespressing from a clear bowl. All daywe lay on the bed, my handstroking the deepgold of your thighs and your ...

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Je Suis Une Table by Donald Hall

Je Suis Une Table by Donald Hall

It has happened suddenly,by surprise, in an arbor,or while drinking good coffee,after speaking, or before,that I dumbly inhabita density; in language,there is nothing to stop ...

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The Man In The Dead Machine by Donald Hall

The Man In The Dead Machine by Donald Hall

High on a slope in New GuineaThe Grumman Hellcatlodges among bright vinesas thick as arms. In 1943,the clenched hand of a pilotglided it herewhere no one has ever been. In the ...

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The Alligator Bride by Donald Hall

The Alligator Bride by Donald Hall

The clock of my days winds down.The cat eats sparrows outside my window.Once, she brought me a small rabbitwhich we devoured together, underthe Empire Tablewhile the men ...

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