Donald Hall On The Poem

   Donald Andrew Hall   (September 20, 1928 โ€“ June 23, 2018)

Donald Andrew Hall (September 20, 1928 โ€“ June 23, 2018)

It discovers by night
what the day hid from it.
Sometimes it turns itself
into an animal.
In summer it takes long walks
by itself where meadows
fold back from ditches.
Once it stood still
in a quiet row of machines.
Who knows
what it is thinking?

 

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