Tubes (Donald Hall Poems)
1'Up, down, good, bad,' saidthe man with the tubesup his nose, ' there's lotsof variety.However, notionsof balance betweenextremes of fortuneare ...
Donald Hall Poems on Man (4 Poems)
Gold (Donald Hall Poems)
Pale gold of the walls, goldof the centers of daisies, yellow rosespressing from a clear bowl. All daywe lay on ...
The Alligator Bride (Donald Hall Poem)
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...