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
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
On September twentieth every year, I got to choose my menu - meatloaf, corn niblets, and rice were followed by candles on chocolate cake with vanilla icing and a scoop of Brock-Hall ice cream. Donald Hall brockcakecandle Change image and share on social
I would work until I got stuck, and I would put it down and pick up something else. I might be able to take a 20-minute nap and get to work again. That way, I was able to work about 10 hours a day... It was important to me to work every day. I managed to work on Christmas day, just to be able to say I worked 365 days a year. Donald Hall christmasdayhour 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
I've had someone, my assistant, type for me. I've done it that way for more than 50 years because I type with one finger, although quite rapidly. Donald Hall assistantfingerhave 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
Sound had always been my portal to poetry, but in the beginning, sound was imagined through the eye. Donald Hall begineyeimagine 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