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  1. Donald Hall ’51, who died in 2018 a few months shy of 90, was one of the rare poets with the opposite destiny: he was born to write about aging and being old. The earliest poem he chose to include in The Selected Poems of Donald Hall, “My Son, My Executioner,” is about how becoming a parent brings old age closer, even for parents as young ...

  2. 25 giu 2018 · Hall was a prolific author and champion of poetry who published more than 50 books and participated in thousands of poetry readings. He died at his home in Wilmot, New Hampshire, the idyllic ...

  3. Donald Hall. , The Art of Poetry No. 43. Interviewed by Peter A. Stitt. Issue 120, Fall 1991. Donald Hall was born in New Haven and raised in Hamden, Connecticut, but spent summers, holidays, and school vacations on a farm owned by his maternal grandparents in Wilmot, New Hampshire. He took his bachelor’s degree at Harvard, then studied at ...

  4. 21 nov 2023 · The Things. Donald Hall. 1928 –. 2018. When I walk in my house I see pictures, bought long ago, framed and hanging. —de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore—. that I've cherished and stared at for years, yet my eyes keep returning to the masters.

  5. 2. It is universally agreed that no one reads it. 3. It is universally agreed that the nonreading of poetry is (a) contemporary and (b) progressive. From (a) it follows that sometime back (a wandering date, like “olden times” for a six-year-old) our ancestors read poems, and poets were rich and famous.

  6. 27 giu 2018 · The death of Donald Hall comes at a moment when his poetry feels newly relevant. Hall’s hospitable poems, which approach difficult ideas in the idioms of common speech, defend the sense and ...

  7. 9 mar 2005 · Poetry and Ambition. 1. I see no reason to spend your life writing poems unless your goal is to write great poems. An ambitious project—but sensible, I think. And it seems to me that contemporary American poetry is afflicted by modesty of ambition—a modesty, alas, genuine…if sometimes accompanied by vast pretense.