Donald Hall Dark Poems

  • 1.
        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 was huge, full of children and old people. The lion was loose. Either because of the wind, or by malevolent human energy, which is the same thing, the cage had come open. Suppose a child walked outside!

        A child walked outside. I knew that I must protect him from the lion. I threw myself on top of the child. The lion roared over me. In the branches and the bushes there was suddenly a loud crackling. The lion cringed. I looked up and saw that the elephant was loose!

    ...
  • 2.
    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 Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.
    ...
  • 3.
    "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.
    ...
  • 4.
    In the mid August, in the second year
    of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter
    almost upon us, Kantiuk and I
    attempted to dash the sledge
    ...
  • 5.
    December twenty-first
    we gather at the white Church festooned
    red and green, the tree flashing
    green-red lights beside the altar.
    ...
  • 6.
    The clock of my days winds down.
    The cat eats sparrows outside my window.
    Once, she brought me a small rabbit
    which we devoured together, under
    ...
Total 6 Dark Poems by Donald Hall

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Psalm 119 Part 10
 by Isaac Watts

Pleading the promises.

ver. 38,49

Behold thy waiting servant, Lord,
Devoted to thy fear;
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