Donald Hall, “The Poem”

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?

(submitted by adrock-thurston)

  1. imnotevilimjustwrittenthatway reblogged this from fypoetry
  2. fypoetry reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  3. bellumintus reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  4. neonkatalogos reblogged this from sharingpoetry and added:
    It discovers by night what the day hid from it. Sometimes it turns itself into an animal. In summer it takes long walks...
  5. alegr reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  6. workoutalltheunknowns reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  7. rmgallucci reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  8. silentlystunning reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  9. awildofnothing reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  10. samlouise96 reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  11. rhodawave reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  12. sassja reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  13. koolyogagirl1 reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  14. darth---maul reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  15. breakthebricks reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  16. strangelittlepearls reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  17. kmpendragon reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  18. tsmac2 reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  19. justanotherhuman reblogged this from gypsji and added:
    It discovers by night what the day hid from it. Sometimes it turns itself into an animal. In summer it takes long walks...
  20. gypsji reblogged this from hallowice169
  21. hallowice169 reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  22. elda3rd reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  23. whitehousespc reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  24. jessxserpa reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  25. thearspoetica reblogged this from sharingpoetry