Donald Hall was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 2006-2007. The following selection is from “An Airstrip in Essex, 1960”.
It is a lost road into the air
It is a desert
among sugar beets.
The tiny wings
of the Spitfires of nineteen forty-one
sink under mud in the Channel.
Near the road a brick pillbox
totters under a load of grass,
where Home Guards waited
in the white fogs of the invasion winter.
Good night, old ruined war.
In Poland the wind rides on a jagged wall.
Smoke rises from the stones; no, it is mist.