#donald hall

[antigonick]

I watched her cooking, from my chair.            She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips. "It's ready now. Come on," she said.            "You light the candle." We ate, and talked, and went to bed, And slept. It was a miracle.

Donald Hall, excerpt of “Summer Kitchen”, in White Apples and the Taste of Stones

#lit #poetry #donald hall #white apples and the taste of stones

[metamorphesque]

on finding little heavens 

Perihelion: A History of Touch by Franny Choi | Malcolm T. Liepke | ExpensiveTill9 (via reddit) | Benjamin (2018) |  ulvkvinne (via reddit) | Open House (1998) | Donald Hall | Norwegian Wood (2010) | Tennessee Williams

#love #web weaving #parallels #literature #quotes #art #norwegian wood #franny choi #poetry #tennessee williams #classic literature #poem #a history of touch #benjamin #movies #donald hall #reddit

[lonestarfangirl2014]

I love you so much titans west!

(Fair warning I'm using photos from all over the comic timelines)

All of them can be considered longtime members of the titans organization.

Golden eagle/Charley Parker/Ch'al Andar

Half thanagarian half earthling superhero. Son of thanagarian fel andar(who himself is half n half) and human Sharon parker.

It's been a while since I read anything with him in it so can't say for sure who he's been romantically linked with.

Lilith clay/lilith Jupiter known as the heroine omen long time member of the titans organization.

a powerful telepath with the power of limited foresight as well as other abilities.

Been romantically linked to both gnarrk and garth/tempest

Garfield logan aka Beast boy/changeling

Much like lilith, gar is also a Long time member of the titans organization

a green-skinned superhero who has the power to transform into any animal. Originally a member of the Doom Patrol, he joined the Teen Titans after the death of the other Patrollers.

Romantically linked to notable titans terra/tara Markov in the main comic continuity and raven/rachel roth in alternative universes/continuities

Mary Elizabeth kane aka bat-girl/flamebird/hawkfire(we don't talk about hawkfire)

Athletic rich heiress. Professional tennis player. Flamebird to dicks Nightwing. First batgirl

Younger Biological 1st cousin of Bruce wayne and Kate kane. I love her so much. Much like lilith and Garfield bette is also a long time member of the titans organization.

Romantically had a crush on Nightwing since they were kids(before bette and bruce were said to be cousins) . It's also been heavily implied that she had a adult fling with hank hall during their time on titans west.

Hawk and dove

Twin brothers hank(red) and Don hall(blue)

Hawk and Dove are empowered by the mystical Lords of Chaos and Order.

Hanks a long time titans member same with Don but he died at one point.

Hanks been romantically linked to both bette kane and dawn granger/dove II(titans tv show)

Bumblebee and herald/vox/hornblower/guardian

Karen beecher-duncan and Malcom Duncan

I love them omg I love them.

In order to help make Herald look good in front of the team, Beecher secretly made herself a bumblebee-themed super-suit and attacked the Teen Titans. She escaped without this ruse being revealed.

When she later explained to Mal and the Titans what she had done, they were impressed enough to offer her membership, which she accepted.

Karen is a research engineer at star labs making non lethal weaponry and Malcom whose a accomplished jazz musician owns a nightclub called Gabriel horns. obviously married to one another. They have a family together to.

Gnarrk aka ape-boy/cave boy

Gnarrk was a 17-year-old caveman whom Teen Titans Mal Duncan and Kid Flash(wally) encountered on a trip to the Stone Age.they Accidentally brought gnarrk back. The titans helped him adapt to the modern age. Romantically link to lilith.

Duela dent

Aka harlequin(not to be confused with harley quinn)/jokers daughter

Another long time member of the titans organization

It was always an enigma who she was and where she came from, even to herself. She eventually discovered she was a reality-hopping inhabitant of Earth-3, and was not the Joker's daughter, but the daughter of the Jokester's(think heroic alternate joker from another universe) and Three-Face(female heroic alternate two face named Evelyn dent) as well as being the step daughter of earth 3s heroic riddler.

Romantically linked to a talon(think earth 3 evil version of the robins) Who wasn't actually named outside of his code name (but could be alt tim drake) who also crossed over into new earth as a titans member. So Romeo and juliet style romance.

#dc comics #lilith clay #bat-girl #batgirl #bette kane #mary Elizabeth kane #hawk and dove #hank hall #donald hall #golden eagle #charley parker #Ch'al Andar #gnarrk #bumblebee #karen beecher #Malcom Duncan #herald #beast boy #garfield logan #flamebird #omen #titans west #new earth #earth-one #jokers daughter #duela dent #harlequin #teen titans

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Often, at night, solitude loses its soft power and loneliness takes over. I am grateful for when solitude returns.

— Donald Hall

#donald hall #solitude #books & libraries #classic literature #dark academia #dark aesthetic #english literature #life quote #lonliness #light academia #literature #lit #beautiful quote #chaotic academia #romantic academia #romanticism #quoteoftheday #quotes

[demonofnoontide]

The shirt touches his neck and smoothes over his back. It slides down his sides. It even goes down below his belt— down into his pants. Lucky shirt.

The Shirt by Jane Kenyon collected in From Room To Room

#the shirt #shirt #shirt tucked in #jane kenyon #clothing #style #fashion #shirts #habiliments #poetry #poems #poem #tucked in shirt #tucked in #donald hall

[dc-comics-fashion]

Outfit for Donald Hall “Dove”

Haider Ackermann Spring 2019

#donald hall #dove #dc comics #dc comics fashion #haider ackermann #menswear #blue

[the-final-sentence]

I will go back and leave you here to stay Where the dark houses harden into sleep.

Donald Hall, from "Christmas Eve in Whitneyville" 

#Donald Hall #Christmas Eve in Whitneyville

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

“Listening

for peepers as spring comes on, never to miss

the day’s offering of pleasure.”

                                 ----Donald Hall

#panda #awakened heart #poetry #Donald Hall

[pendraegon]

[text ID: 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 /END ID.]

#poetry #quotes #incunabula #donald hall #the taste of stone. goddddddddd...

[whisperthatruns]

Maple Syrup

August, goldenrod blowing. We walk into the graveyard, to find my grandfather’s grave. Ten years ago I came here last, bringing marigolds from the round garden outside the kitchen. I didn’t know you then.                                  We walk among carved names that go with photographs on top of the piano at the farm: Keneston, Wells, Fowler, Batchelder, Buck. We pause at the new grave of Grace Fenton, my grandfather’s sister. Last summer we called on her at the nursing home, eighty-seven, and nodding in a blue housedress. We cannot find my grandfather’s grave.                                  Back at the house where no one lives, we potter and explore the back chamber where everything comes to rest: spinning wheels, pretty boxes, quilts, bottles, books, albums of postcards. Then with a flashlight we descend firm steps to the root cellar—black, cobwebby, huge, with dirt floors and fieldstone walls, and above the walls, holding the hewn sills of the house, enormous granite foundation stones. Past the empty bins for squash, apples, carrots, and potatoes, we discover the shelves for canning, a few pale pints of tomato left, and—what is this?—syrup, maple syrup in a quart jar, syrup my grandfather made twenty-five years ago for the last time.                           I remember coming to the farm in March in sugaring time, as a small boy. He carried the pails of sap, sixteen-quart buckets, dangling from each end of a wooden yoke that lay across his shoulders, and emptied them into a vat in the saphouse where fire burned day and night for a week.                Now the saphouse tilts, nearly to the ground, like someone exhausted to the point of death, and next winter when snow piles three feet thick on the roofs of the cold farm, the saphouse will shudder and slide with the snow to the ground.                                          Today we take my grandfather’s last quart of syrup upstairs, holding it gingerly, and we wash off twenty-five years of dirt, and we pull and pry the lid up, cutting the stiff, dried rubber gasket, and dip our fingers in, you and I both, and taste the sweetness, you for the first time, the sweetness preserved, of a dead man in the kitchen he left when his body slid like anyone’s into the ground.

Donald Hall (Poetry Foundation)

#donald hall #maple syrup #poetry #death for ts

[paintedout]

#writing #donald hall

[feytouched]

Her Garden

I let her garden go.                let it go, let it go How can I watch the hummingbird          Hover to sip          With its beak's tip The purple bee balm—whirring as we heard          It years ago? The weeds rise rank and thick                let it go, let it go Where annuals grew and burdock grows,         Where standing she         At once could see The peony, the lily, and the rose         Rise over brick She'd laid in patterns. Moss              let it go, let it go Turns the bricks green, softening them         By the gray rocks         Where hollyhocks That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,         Blossom with loss. — by Donald Hall

#poetry #donald hall #her garden #love and loss #grief #poem #poems #words

[davidhudson]

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

#donald hall #poetry #literature

[demonofnoontide]

After an Early Frost

The cat takes her squealing mouse into the bathtub to play. Monopoly? Twenty Questions? I hear bottles and brushes hit- ting the floor. Then nothing.

I go to take out the dead mouse.

Not in the tub. Nowhere on the floor. Suddenly the towel moves on the rack. The mouse crouches there, shaking, eyes wide, sides heaving, nose like a peppercorn.

I consider bringing the cat back to finish the job. I consider finishing the job myself.

Instead, I nudge it into a coffee can. I put the can under a bush in the garden and go off to write letters.

Maybe it will be back in the shed by suppertime, making a nest in the rag basket. Or I might find it under a leaf, rigid and shrunken. Who knows. Somebody will carry me out of here too, though not for a while.

by Jane Kenyon collected in From Room to Room

#jane kenyon #cat and mouse #tom and jerry #mouse #mice #donald hall #mousetrap #cat #cats #poem #poets #poetry #death #mortality

[elizabethanism]

"When I lament and darken over my diminishments, I accomplish nothing. It's better to sit at the window all day, pleased to watch birds, barns, and flowers."

~ Donald Hall

#Donald Hall #Joy #Satisfaction #Life

[shamelessly-romantic]

The Oxcart Man, by Donald Hall

#the oxcart man #donald hall #autumn #Halloween #Fall #Book #Read #autumn aesthetic #Art #Reading #favorite books

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

“I am in poetry.”

          ----Donald Hall

#panda #awakened heart #poetry #Donald Hall