Liam
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Throughout his writing life Donald Hall (1928-2018) garnered numerous accolades and honors, culminating in 2006 with his appointment as poet laureate of the United States.
I recently came across a freshly published volume (well, 2006, to be exact), White Apples and the Taste of Stone, which collects approximately two hundred of Hall's best-loved poems written over the last sixty years.
(It is currently on sale on Amazon for a mind-boggling $7, if anyone's interested. The book includes a CD with a number of poems read by the author).
His poetry can best be described as simple, episodic and prone to spontaneous epiphany. Hall's general "style" can be described as minimalist, I think, although I don't know nearly enough about modern poetry to be absolutely sure. (I just know that I find him very readable, easy-going, and full of feeling).
He writes mostly about nature, memory, human relationships, life in the city and the folly of love. I have read one full collection by him to date, namely The Yellow Room (1971), which includes the following love/nature poem (The Snail):
Soft liquid feet
adhere it; your eye
draws me to it. On a dark green
leaf of the street
we walk in this solitude
we made to inhabit,
your delicate
hand gestures
as the slow head
emerges with a quality
of certainty, wavers
in the warm, sweet
air, and nibbles
shiny leaves. We found it
together, this fragile life
ventured outside the planet
it carries.
I love how this poem succeeds in being both a love poem AND a nature poem (as well as a reflection-on-the-day-gone-by poem), .
I recently came across a freshly published volume (well, 2006, to be exact), White Apples and the Taste of Stone, which collects approximately two hundred of Hall's best-loved poems written over the last sixty years.
(It is currently on sale on Amazon for a mind-boggling $7, if anyone's interested. The book includes a CD with a number of poems read by the author).
His poetry can best be described as simple, episodic and prone to spontaneous epiphany. Hall's general "style" can be described as minimalist, I think, although I don't know nearly enough about modern poetry to be absolutely sure. (I just know that I find him very readable, easy-going, and full of feeling).
He writes mostly about nature, memory, human relationships, life in the city and the folly of love. I have read one full collection by him to date, namely The Yellow Room (1971), which includes the following love/nature poem (The Snail):
Soft liquid feet
adhere it; your eye
draws me to it. On a dark green
leaf of the street
we walk in this solitude
we made to inhabit,
your delicate
hand gestures
as the slow head
emerges with a quality
of certainty, wavers
in the warm, sweet
air, and nibbles
shiny leaves. We found it
together, this fragile life
ventured outside the planet
it carries.
I love how this poem succeeds in being both a love poem AND a nature poem (as well as a reflection-on-the-day-gone-by poem), .
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