Old and New Poems
By Donald Hall
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Former US Poet Laureate Donald Hall has been celebrated with numerous awards, including the National Book Critics Circle Award and the National Medal of the Arts.
This volume collects some of Hall’s finest short poetry written between 1947 and 1990. Here are poems of landscape and love, of dedication and prophecy.
“Our delight is in following an exceptional poet's growth and depth as he emerges with a richly playful but consummately serious voice.” —Publishers Weekly
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DONALD HALL (1928-2018) served as poet laureate of the United States from 2006 to 2007. He was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and a recipient of the National Medal of the Arts, awarded by the president.
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Old and New Poems - Donald Hall
Contents
Title Page
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
1947–1953
Old Home Week
Wedding Party
Love is Like Sounds
A Child’s Garden
Some Oddities
September Ode
Passage To Worship
Exile
At Delphi
The Columns of The Parthenon
The Lone Ranger
A Friend Revisited
Elegy for Wesley Wells
1954–1958
My Son My Executioner
Conduct And Work
The Red Branch
Christmas Eve In Whitneyville
The Hole
Cops and Robbers
The Sleeping Giant
Dancers
No Deposit
The Body Politic
A Second Stanza
To the Loud Wind
Abroad Thoughts From Home
Fathers and Sons
A Small Fig Tree
Je Suis Une Table
Shudder
By the Exeter River
The Umbrella
The Hut of the Man Alone
Oysters and Hermits
1934
Waiting on the Corners
The Three Movements
Sestina
A Set Of Seasons
The Scream
Marat’s Death
The Kiss
Between the Clock and The Bed
Christ Church Meadows
The Clown
President and Poet
Religious Articles
The Foundations of American Industry
The Widows
Mr. and Mrs. Billings
The Family
The Grown-ups
1959–1963
The Long River
The Snow
The Farm
The Poem
The Tree and The Cloud
The Idea of Flying
The Moon
The Sun
The Child
The Kill
The Sea
Wells
The Wreckage
An Airstrip in Essex 1960
New Hampshire
Southwest of Buffalo
Self-Portrait as a Bear
Mycenae
On a Horse Carved in Wood
Jealous Lovers
Sleeping
Internal and External Forms
King And Queen
Reclining Figure
Digging
O Flodden Field
Cold Water
The Old Pilot
Beau of The Dead
A Village in East Anglia
Letter to an English Poet
Stump
In the Kitchen of the Old House
The Days
1966–1969
The Man in the Dead Machine
The Corner
Swan
The Alligator Bride
The Grave The Well
Sew
Old Houses
Pictures of Philippa
The Coal Fire
The Blue Wing
The Repeated Shapes
Woolworth’s
Apples
The Table
Mount Kearsarge
1970–1974
Gold
Waters
The Young Watch Us
The Dump
Nose
No Color Man
Stones
The High Pasture
Stories
To A Waterfowl
Poem with One Fact
The Green Shelf
FÊte
The Presidentiad
Eleanor’s Letters
The Raisin
Transcontinent
White Apples
The Town Of Hill
1975–1978
Maple Syrup
The Toy Bone
Illustration
Adultery at Forty
O Cheese
Kicking The Leaves
Eating the Pig
Wolf Knife
Photographs of China
On Reaching the Age of Two Hundred
Flies
Ox Cart Man
Stone Walls
Old Roses
Traffic
The Black-faced Sheep
Names of Horses
1979–1986
Great Day in the Cows’ House
The Henyard Round
Whip-poor-will
New Animals
The Rocker
Twelve Seasons
Scenic View
Sums
The Revolution
Old Timers’ Day
The Baseball Players
Granite And Grass
A Sister on the Tracks
A Sister by the Pond
The Day I Was Older
Acorns
For an Exchange of Rings
The Impossible Marriage
Mr. Wakeville on Interstate 90
My Friend Felix
Merle Bascom’s .22
1987–1990
Cider 5¢ a Glass
Edward’s Anecdote
Carlotta’s Confession
Brief Lives
Our Walk in Yorkshire
A Carol
A Grace
Maundy Thursday’s Candles
Material
Moon Clock
Match
Persistence of 1937
Milkers Broken Up
Notes For Nobody
Six Naps in One Day
Tomorrow
Tubes
Valley of Morning
The Coffee Cup
Speeches
This Poem
Praise For Death
Notes on Old and New Poems
Index of Titles and First Lines
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About the Author
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Copyright © 1990 by Donald Hall
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
Hall, Donald, date.
[Poems. Selections]
Old and new poems / Donald Hall,
p. cm.
ISBN 0-89919-926-7 ISBN 0-89919-954-2 (pbk.)
I. Title.
PS3515.A315204 1990 90-31087
811'.54—dc20 CIP
Author photograph © Linda Kunhardt
eISBN 9780547630441
v2.1118
The following poems previously appeared in The Happy Man, copyright © 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1986 by Donald Hall, reprinted by permission of Random House, Inc.: Great Day by the Cows’ House, Whip-poor-will, Scenic View, New Animals, The Rocker, The Henyard Round, Twelve Seasons, Mr. Wakeville on Interstate 90, Sums, The Revolution, Old Timers’ Day (Couplet), The Baseball Players, My Friend Felix, Merle Bascom’s .22, A Sister on the Tracks, For an Exchange of Rings, The Impossible Marriage, Acorns, Granite and Grass, A Sister by the Pond, The Day I Was Older.
A number of poems previously appeared in the following publications: American Poetry Review: Notes for Nobody, This Poem. Arete: Speeches. The Atlantic Monthly: Material. The Boston Review: Persistence of 1937. Boulevard: Tubes. Brief Lives (W. Ewert). The Gettysburg Review: Praise for Death. The Hudson Review: Carlotta’s Confession. The Iowa Review: The Coffee Cup, Valley of Morning. The New Criterion: Cider 5¢ A Glass, Tomorrow. The New Yorker: The Sleeping Giant (1955), Christ Church Meadows (1957). Shudder (1958), The Farm (originally appeared in The New Yorker as Merrimack County,
August 22, 1959), The Clown (1960), Jealous Lovers (1963), The Man in the Dead Machine (1966), The Dump (1969), The Raisin (1971), Ox Cart Man (1977). Names of Horses (1977), Scenic View (1983), A Sister on the Tracks (1984), Moon Clock (1989), Six Naps in One Day (1989). Ploughshares: Match. The Reaper: Edward’s Anecdote. The Sewanee Review: A Grace, Maundy Thursday’s Candles. Times Literary Supplement: Our Walk in Yorkshire. The Virginia Quarterly Review: Milkers Broken Up.
for Emily
for Allison
1947–1953
Old Home Week
Old man remembers to old man
How bat struck ball upon this plain,
Seventy years ago, before
The batter’s box washed out in rain.
Wedding Party
The pock-marked player of the accordion
Empties and fills his squeeze box in the corner,
Kin to the tiny man who pours champagne,
Kin to the caterer. These solemn men,
Amid the sounds of silk and popping corks,
Stand like pillars. And the white bride
Moves through the crowd as a chaired relic moves.
We are the guest invited yesterday,
Friend to the bride’s rejected suitor, come
On sudden visit unexpectedly.
And so we chat, on best behavior, with
The Uncle, Aunt, and unattractive girl;
And watch the summer twilight slide away
As thunder gathers head to end the day.
Now all at once the pock-marked player grows
Immense and terrible beside the bride
Whose marriage withers to a rind of years
And curling photographs in a dry box;
And in the storm that hurls upon the room
Above the crowd he holds his breathing box
That only empties, fills, empties, fills.
Love is Like Sounds
Late snow fell this early morning of spring.
At dawn I rose from bed, restless, and looked
Out of my window, to wonder if there the snow
Fell outside your bedroom, and you watching.
I played my game of solitaire. The cards
Came out the same the third time through the deck.
The game was stuck. I threw the cards together,
And watched the snow that could not do but fall.
Love is like sounds, whose last reverberations
Hang on the leaves of strange trees, on mountains
As distant as the curving of the earth,
Where the snow hangs still in the middle of the air.
A Child’s Garden
I’m sure I can’t remember where, but some
Where in this jungle I have lost the key
That locks the door of Grandfather’s walled garden
Where he and I, before he died, would play,
And he would sing about the funny sun
That circled over the garden every day.
But then he died. I didn’t know a thing
Of what a grown-up would have done, and so
I ran away when April ate him up,
Our dog. And now the door is shut, and just
The walls are all I see, and sometimes I
Don’t know if there’s a garden there at all.
The animals just look at me. I bit
A rat to death three days ago and ate him.
A tiger has been padding all today
Behind me, and I cannot sleep at all.
I cannot sleep at all, and what is worse
Yesterday I tried to talk again
Just like I did with Grampa, but my voice
Was only grunts. I made no words at all.
Some Oddities
The hugy spider stooping through the door
Rushes to kiss me, but I am not there;
I have retreated through the floor
And hear him flounder at the empty air;
I sit in my concealment, smiling
To hear him weep and swear;
And now the keepers come with candy,
He
Will need no more beguiling.
These sentimental beasts are all the same,
Stupid and loving, quick to kiss or cry;
That dragon last week, with his game
Of burning love-words on the midnight sky;
Or any unicornish creature:
Two heads or just one eye.
I wish they wouldn’t come and slobber,
For
I’m through with oddities of nature.
September Ode
And now September burns the careful tree
That builds each year the leaf and bark again
With solemn care and rounded certainty
That nothing lives which seasons do not mend.
But we were strangers in that formal wood
Those years ago, and we have grown to change,
Ignorant of the fury of the blood,
And we have tasted what is new and strange.
This new September’s pilgrimage is made,
Remembering that season of the mind
When we were Tamburlaines of leaf and shade
And Alexanders of the lusty wind.
But only seasons spin around the tree
In winter thick and summer narrow bark;
The person learns a changing cruelty;
Possessions cumber us from going back.
Only the young are really pitiable
Who walk from high school past my cluttered room,
Who live in last night’s party, and who tell
What happened in the darkened living room.
That innocence is only negative
And innocence is only not to know
That all intensity is curative
In the disease of love we undergo.
This room is cluttered with the truth of years,
Possessions of the unreturning blood.
And innocence possesses only fears
Of parting from the comfort of the wood.
Wealthy with love and fruitful memory,
I pity only those who have no guilt.
It is the structure of complicity,
The monument experience has built.
The tree is burning on the autumn noon
That builds each year the leaf and bark again.
Though frost will strip it raw and barren soon,
The rounding season will restore and mend.
Yet people are not mended, but go on,
Accumulating memory and love.
And so the wood we used to know is gone,
Because the years have taught us that we move.
We have moved on, the Tamburlaines of then,
To different Asias of our plundering.
And though we sorrow not to know again
A land or face we loved, yet we are king.
The young are never robbed of innocence
But given gold of love and memory.
We live in wealth whose bounds exceed our sense,
And when we die are full of memory.
Passage To Worship
Those several times she cleaved my dark,
Silver and homeless, I from sleep
Rose up, and tried to touch or mark
That storied personage with deep
Unmotivated love. My days were full,
My halting days were full of rage,
Resisting in my heart the pull
Toward reverence or pilgrimage.
But now this blinding sheeted bird
Or goddess stood at my bed’s head,
Demanding worship, and no word
But honoring the steadfast dead.
Exile
Each of us waking to the window’s light
Has found the curtains changed, our pictures gone;
Our furniture has vanished in the night
And left us to an unfamiliar dawn;
Even the contours of the room are strange
And everything is change.
Waking, our minds construct of memory
What figure stretched beside us, or what voice
Shouted to pull us from our luxury—
And all the mornings leaning to our choice.
To put away—both child and murderer—
The toys we played with just a month ago,
That wisdom come, and make our progress sure,
Began our exile with our lust to grow.
(Remembering a train I tore apart
Because it knew my heart.)
We move to move, and this perversity
Betrays us into loving only loss.
We seek betrayal. When we cross the sea,
It is the distance from our past we cross.
Not only from the intellectual child
Time has removed us, but unyieldingly
Cuts down the groves in which our Indians filed
And where