#Donald Hall

[havingapoemwithyou]

summer kitchen by Donald Hall

[apoemaday]

White Apples

by Donald Hall

when my father had been dead a week I woke with his voice in my ear I sat up in bed

and held my breath and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again I would put on my coat and galoshes

[soracities]

Donald Hall, on solitude and the death of his wife, Jane Kenyon, pub. The New Yorker (2016) [ID'd]

[uwmspeccoll]

Happy New Year!

What better way to begin the New Year than with wood engravings of serene winter scenes by the New England wood engraver Thomas W. Nason (1889-1971). These images are from Here at Eagle Pond by the America poet, writer, and U.S. Poet Laureate Donald Hall (1928-2018), published in New York by Ticknor & Fields in 1990. Hall, along with his wife, poet and author Jane Kenyon (1947–1995), lived at Eagle Pond Farm in Wilmot, New Hampshire, a small town in Merrimack County, from 1975 until his death. This book is a meditation on life at Eagle Pond. When he moved there from Michigan, Hall, a New Englander himself, writes:

For me, it was coming home, and it was coming home to a place of language. . . . When I was twelve or thirteen, it was here that I began writing poetry. This farm provided the subject matter for the first poems I published, when I was sixteen. . . .

The evocative wood engravings of Thomas W. Nason were reproduced for this publication from the prints in the collection of the Boston Public Library. Our copy is another donation from our friend Jerry Buff.

We wish you a bright and wonderous New Year!

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[thesunpersists]

The Third Thing, an Everlark Fanfiction

"We did not spend our days gazing into each other’s eyes. We did that gazing when we made love or when one of us was in trouble, but most of the time our gazes met and entwined as they looked at a third thing."

Snapshots of Katniss and Peeta's post-war life. Each chapter is inspired by and loosely based on a quote from "The Third Thing" by Donald Hall.

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Chapter 1: “For two decades we inhabited the double solitude of my family farmhouse in New Hampshire, writing poems, loving the countryside.”

Read on ao3.

The Third Thing is a brilliant essay/love letter by the poet Donald Hall. It is not necessary to have read the essay to enjoy this story, but I strongly suggest you do. It is a meditation on love, art, grief, and companionship and has changed my outlook on those matters for the better. And the Everlark vibes are just immaculate!

If you choose to read the essay, you will notice right away that it was written after the author lost his wife. I will not and cannot go there with Katniss and Peeta, hence there is no MCD archive warning. Nevertheless, I think its nostalgic and wistful atmosphere complements Katniss's narration very well.

This first chapter was written almost a year ago (one of the first pieces of Everlark fanfiction I ever wrote), but I didn't have the idea to base them on the essay until this December. After that, writing the other chapters was so much more fun! I have around 7-8 already written at various lengths.

Hope you'll read and enjoy it!

[batglare101]

I’m a HUGE fan of DC/WC AUs!! May I ask if you have any concepts for Hawk and Dove?

52. Doveheart

yes!!! hopefully this is the correct hawk and dove you were expecting - they are in my au! c: (hawk is on the following post)

[vedantvarma]

What we did: love. We did not spend our days gazing into each other’s eyes. We did that gazing when we made love or when one of us was in trouble, but most of the time our gazes met and entwined as they looked at a third thing. Third things are essential to marriages, objects or practices or habits or arts or institutions or games or human beings that provide a site of joint rapture or contentment. Each member of a couple is separate; the two come together in double attention.

Beautiful words that tell a beautiful story.

The concept of ‘the third thing’ resonated with me deeply.

So much of love is rooted in the everyday. Little things that will not make it into a diary or journal. And yet, when it matters the most, when you seek to remember a loved one, it is to the routine that we shine a spotlight on; of stories and things shared, discussed, agreed or disagreed upon. Some seminal life events, but mostly the mundane.

[dc-tournaments]

Why do they deserve to win?

Iris West

Dove

[somewherefornow]

DON HALL/DOVE & MICHELLE in THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD (1955) #181

[shy-girl04]

White Apples

when my father had been dead a week

I woke

with his voice in my ear

                                           I sat up in bed

and held my breath

and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again

I would put on my coat and galoshes

By Donald Hall

[davidhudson]

Donald Hall, September 20, 1928 – June 23, 2018.

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

"The air of your garden

where you will blossom

in the shape of your own self, thoughtless

with flowers, speaking

to bees, in the language of green and yellow, white and red."

----Donald Hall

[thesunpersists]

The Third Thing, Chapter 4

"We did not spend our days gazing into each other’s eyes. We did that gazing when we made love or when one of us was in trouble, but most of the time our gazes met and entwined as they looked at a third thing."

Snapshots of Katniss and Peeta's post-war life. Each chapter is inspired by and loosely based on a quote from "The Third Thing" by Donald Hall.

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Chapter 4: “For many couples, children are a third thing.”

Read on ao3!

[6peaches]

Donald Hall - White Apples

when my father had been dead a week I woke with his voice in my ear                                         I sat up in bed and held my breath and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again I would put on my coat and galoshes

[litandlifequotes]

Words seem like drops of water in a stream that has its own wholeness and its own motion.

― Donald Hall

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