Weekly Poem: ‘Mount Kearsarge’

By Donald Hall

Great blue mountain! Ghost.
I look at you
from the porch of the farmhouse
where I watched you all summer
as a boy. Steep sides, narrow flat
patch on top –
you are clear to me
like the memory of one day.
Blue! Blue!
The top of the mountain floats
in haze.
I will not walk on this porch
when I am old. I turn my back on you,
Kearsarge, I close
my eyes, and you rise inside me,
blue ghost.


Donald HallDonald Hall is considered one of the major American poets of his generation. He has published 15 books of poetry, beginning with “Exiles and Marriages” in 1955. His latest was “White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected Poems” in 2006. Hall served as Poet Laureate from 2006-2007 and has won numerous awards, including the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Los Angeles Times Book Award, the Ruth Lily Poetry Prize and two Guggenheim fellowships. He lives in New Hampshire. You can watch a NewsHour profile of Hall here.

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