Poems by Donald Hall
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The Black-Faced Sheep
... * Now the black-faced sheep have wandered and will not return, ...
Advent
... When I know that the grave is empty, ...
Stump
... It is a door into the underground of old summers, ...
Convergences
... s approach and her fifty-year-old body smothers under water ...
Maple Syrup
... Last summer we called on her at the nursing home, ...
The Wreckage
... the tracks laid through an acre of wheat stubble, ...
Poem with One Fact
... from alleys behind pet shops, from cellars ...
A Sister on the Tracks
... Between pond and sheepbarn, by maples and watery birches, ...
Ox Cart Man
... When the cart is sold he sells the ox, ...
Olives
... Instead the poet, wearing his cape, ...
Eating the Pig
... exalted, and dead, and historians who carved in the Old Kingdom ...
The Ship Pounding
... s room to interrogate the grave helpers ...
Closings
... 8 If he walked their dog Keeper one block, ...
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