In anything you write - in a short story, a poem - there has to be a counter-motion; it can't go all in one direction. Donald Hall counterdirectionmotion Change image and share on social
Many years, I would publish four books - an anthology, a book of criticism, a new book of poems, a book of essays. Donald Hall anthologybookcriticism Change image and share on social
We approached Athens from the north in early twilight, climbing a hill. When we reached its peak, we were dazzled to look down and see the Acropolis struck by one beam of the setting sun, as if posing for a picture. Donald Hall acropolisapproachathens share on social
When I was a child, I loved old people. My New Hampshire grandfather was my model human being. Donald Hall childgrandfatherhampshire Change image and share on social
I was at Harvard with a whole bunch of poets, and that was very rare. They published a lot of books because there was an excitement after the war that translated into poetry. Donald Hall bookbunchexcitement Change image and share on social
When I was 12, I had a fondness for horror movies like the 'Wolfman.' The boy next door said I should read Poe. Donald Hall boydoorfondness Change image and share on social
As I look at the barn in my ninth decade, I see the no-smoking sign, rusted and tilting on the unpainted gray clapboard. My grandfather, born in 1875, milked his cattle there a century ago. Donald Hall agobarnbear Change image and share on social
New poems no longer come to me with their prodigies of metaphor and assonance. Prose endures. I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is, on the whole, preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two. Donald Hall ageassonanceceremony share on social
It used to be that phrases and lines would come into my head, often many of them in a period of five days or a week, and maybe I didn't know what I was talking about, but the words had a kind of heaviness or deliciousness to them. Donald Hall daydeliciousnesshead share on social
A fellowship to Oxford acquainted me with the depths of English cooking. By the twenty-first century, London's best restaurants are as good as Paris's, but not in the 1950s. Donald Hall 1950sacquaintcentury Change image and share on social
