An Old Life- Donald Hall

An Old Life

Snow fell in the night.

At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish

mounded softness where 

the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,

I broomed snow off the car

and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart

before Amy opened 

to yank my Globe out of the bundle.

Back, I set my cup of coffee

beside Jane, still half-asleep,

murmuring stuporous

thanks in the aquamarine morning.

Then I sat in my blue chair 

with blueberry bagels and strong

black coffee reading news, 

the obits, the comics, and the sports.

Carrying my cup twenty feet, 

I sat myself at the desk

for this day's lifelong

engagement with the one task and desire. 

- Donald Hall

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I chose this poem by Donald Hall because it expresses his feelings about the past. He talks very descriptively about his encounters during a normal day of his life. He explains that he has an engagement with the one task and desire. I really enjoy this poem  because it explains his life. Enjoying your everyday life is a very important thing to have.