Bird Quote by Donald Hall Download Open image “I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.” — Donald Hall ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bird Hope Sleep Want Without hope Writing You again
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“When a long-desired baby is born, what joy! More happiness than we find in sex, more than we take in success, revenge, or wealth.… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
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I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
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Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hungers document Our bodily decay. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
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The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
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