Friends die, friends become demented, friends quarrel, friends drift with old age into silence. Donald Hall agedementeddie Change image and share on social
It used to be that one poet in each generation performed poems in public. In the twenties, it was Vachel Lindsay, who sometimes dropped to his knees in the middle of a poem. Then Robert Frost took over, and made his living largely on the road. Donald Hall dropfrostgeneration share on social
Not everything in old age is grim. I haven't walked through an airport for years, and wheelchairs are the way to travel. Donald Hall ageairportgrim Change image and share on social
There's a great deal of stripping away; in early drafts, I may say the same thing two or three times, and each may be appropriate, but I try to pick the best and improve it. I work on sound a great deal, and I will change a word or two, revise punctuation and line breaks, looking for the sound I want. Donald Hall breakchangedeal share on social
In 1975, I quit my tenure, and we moved from Ann Arbor to New Hampshire. It was daunting to pay for groceries and the mortgage by freelance writing - but it worked, and I loved doing it. Donald Hall annarbordaunt Change image and share on social
However alert we are, antiquity remains an unknown, unanticipated galaxy. Donald Hall alertantiquitygalaxy Change image and share on social
Each season, my balance gets worse, and sometimes I fall. I no longer cook for myself but microwave widower food, mostly Stouffer's. My fingers are clumsy and slow with buttons. Donald Hall badlybalancebutton Change image and share on social
By 1968, I had lived 10 years in Michigan. Gradually, I had come to love watching Detroit's baseball club in its small, beautiful, antiquated Tiger Stadium - a baseball park as fine as Fenway Park or Wrigley Field, though it never got the adulatory press. Donald Hall adulatoryantiquatebaseball share on social
I'm happy to feed the squirrels - tree rats with the agility of point guards - but in fair weather, they frighten my finches. They leap from snowbank to porch to feeder and stuff their cheek pouches with chickadee feed. Donald Hall agilitycheekchickadee 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