Reading Two Poems

by Donald Hall

I was ignorant to knowing who Donald Hall was until pecking about the Narrative site just now as I drink my coffee and end listening to his line about us all drinking from the same cup that will never be empty. I am savouring how he "has his hand on the doorknob without opening the door" after his father dies.
He deserves more readers.
Thank you.


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