A Poem for National Cheese Day

Donald Hall (1928-2018) American poet, writer, editor, and literary critic. He was the author of over 50 books across several genres from children’s literature, biography, memoir, essays, and 22 volumes of verse. He was the first poetry editor of The Paris Review (1953–1961). He won the Robert Frost Medal in 1991, and was U.S. Poet Laureate (2006–2007)

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O Cheese

by Donald Hall

In the pantry the dear dense cheeses, Cheddars and harsh
Lancashires; Gorgonzola with its magnanimous manner;
the clipped speech of Roquefort; and a head of Stilton
that speaks in a sensuous riddling tongue like Druids.

O cheeses of gravity, cheeses of wistfulness, cheeses
that weep continually because they know they will die.
O cheeses of victory, cheeses wise in defeat, cheeses
fat as a cushion, lolling in bed until noon.

Liederkranz ebullient, jumping like a small dog, noisy;
Pont l’Evêque intellectual, and quite well informed; Emmentaler
decent and loyal, a little deaf in the right ear;
and Brie the revealing experience, instantaneous and profound.

O cheeses that dance in the moonlight, cheeses
that mingle with sausages, cheeses of Stonehenge.
O cheeses that are shy, that linger in the doorway,
eyes looking down, cheeses spectacular as fireworks.

Reblochon openly sexual; Caerphilly like pine trees, small
at the timberline; Port du Salut in love; Caprice des Dieux
eloquent, tactful, like a thousand-year-old hostess;
and Dolcelatte, always generous to a fault.

O village of cheeses, I make you this poem of cheeses,
O family of cheeses, living together in pantries,
O cheeses that keep to your own nature, like a lucky couple,
this solitude, this energy, these bodies slowly dying.


“O Cheese” from Old and New Poems, © 1990 by Donald Hall — Ticknor & Fields

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2 Responses to A Poem for National Cheese Day

  1. Love this…my mouth is watering:)

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