Poetry: Donald Hall

Summer Kitchen
—by Donald Hall

In June’s high light she stood at the sink
With a glass of wine,
And listened for the bobolink,
And crushed garlic in late sunshine.

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.


See more excellent poems in Sabio’s Poetry Anthology


  • About the Author: Donald Hall (1928-) wiki, NPR, NPR2 (fascinating)
  • It is poetry like this that helped me to start enjoying poetry
  • ‘Tis amazing how love can change the simple and the ordinary into a miracle

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One response to “Poetry: Donald Hall

  1. Summer Kitchen — what a wonderful choice. So…pleasing.

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