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Hall,
Donald
. 2006 US Poet Laureate
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 Email Poem
White Apples
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Written by:
Donald
Hall
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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
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