White Apples

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
 

Copyright Credit: Donald Hall, "White Apples" from White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected Poems, 1946-2006. Copyright © 2006 by Donald Hall.  Reprinted by permission of Donald Hall.
Source: White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected Poems, 1946-2006 (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2006)