Every afternoon, I shut the door of my bedroom to write: Poetry was secret, dangerous, wicked and delicious. Donald Hall afternoonbedroomdangerous Change image and share on social
It is sensible of me to be aware that I will die one of these days. I will not 'pass away.' Donald Hall awaredaydie Change image and share on social
In my life, I've seen enormous increase in the consumption of poetry. When I was young, there were virtually no poetry readings. Donald Hall consumptionenormoushave Change image and share on social
Some days I feel good about my work, and sometimes I feel I've never written anything worthwhile. That's par for the course. Donald Hall dayfeelgood Change image and share on social
In December of 1952, my first wife, Kirby, and I left Vienna to drive through the Russian sector of Austria into Yugoslavia. Donald Hall austriadecemberdrive Change image and share on social
Both my New Hampshire great-grandfathers wore facial hair: the Copperhead who fought in the war and the sheep farmer too old for combat. Donald Hall combatcopperheadfacial Change image and share on social
I grew up in the suburbs of Connecticut - during the school time of year - but I preferred it in New Hampshire. I preferred the culture, the landscape, the relative solitude. I've always loved it. Donald Hall connecticutculturegrow Change image and share on social
I expect my immortality will last about six seconds after my funeral. Donald Hall expectfuneralimmortality Change image and share on social
Poetry offers works of art that are beautiful, like paintings, which are my second favorite work of the art, but there are also works of art that embody emotion and that are kind of school for feeling. They teach how to feel, and they do this by the means of their beauty of language. Donald Hall artbeautifulbeauty share on social
