Hours by Hazel Hall

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend August 17, 2014   Hours   Hazel Hall

I have known hours built like cities, House on grey house, with streets between That lead to straggling roads and trail off, Forgotten in a field of green; Hours made like mountains lifting White crests out of the fog and rain, And woven of forbidden music— Hours eternal in their pain.   Life is a tapestry of hours Forever mellowing in tone, Where all things blend, even the longing For hours I have never known.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Hours” was originally published in Hall’s collection Curtains (John Lane Company, 1921).   Hazel Hall was born in Saint Paul, Minnesota, in 1886. She published three books of poetry, including Walkers (Dodd, Mead and Company, 1923) and Cry of Time (E. P. Dutton, 1928). Hall died in Portland, Oregon, in 1924. Poetry by Hall   The Complete Poems of Hazel Hall (Oregon State University Press, 2000) "Mimosa" by Mary Ruefle "Individual Time" by Alice Notley "Dear Lonely Animal" by Oni Buchanan Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038