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
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.
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.
Often, at night, solitude loses its soft power and loneliness takes over. I am grateful for when solitude returns.
— Donald Hall
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.
The Shirt by Jane Kenyon collected in From Room To Room
Outfit for Donald Hall “Dove”
Haider Ackermann Spring 2019
I will go back and leave you here to stay
Where the dark houses harden into sleep.
Donald Hall, from "Christmas Eve in Whitneyville"
for peepers as spring comes on, never to miss
the day’s offering of pleasure.”
[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.]
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.
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,
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
of tomato left, and—what
is this?—syrup, maple syrup
in a quart jar, syrup
my grandfather made twenty-five
for the last time.
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.
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)
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
That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,
Blossom with loss.
— by Donald Hall
Donald Hall, September 20, 1928 – June 23, 2018.
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
"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
The Oxcart Man, by Donald Hall
“I am in poetry.”