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Biography of Donald Hall

Donald Hall

Donald Hall (1928 - Present)

Donald Hall (born 1928) is an American poet.

He was born in New Haven, Connecticut, an only child. He pursued secondary school at Philips Exeter Academy, then earned a B.A. from Harvard University in 1951 and a B. Litt. from Oxford University in 1953.

While teaching at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, Michigan he met poet Jane Kenyon, whom he married in 1972. Three years after they were wed, they moved to Eagle Pond Farm, his grandparents' former home in rural New Hampshire.

To date, he has published fifteen books of poetry, most recently The Painted Bed (2002) and Without: Poems (1998), which was published on the third anniversary of Jane Kenyon's death. Most of the poems in Without deal with Kenyon's illness and death, and many are epistolary poems.

In addition to poetry, he has also written several collections of essays (among them Life Work and String Too Short to be Saved), a children's book (Ox-Cart Man, which won the Caldecott Medal), and a number of plays. His recurring themes include New England rural living, baseball, and how work conveys meaning to ordinary life. He is regarded as a master both of poetic forms and free verse, and a champion of the art of revision, for whom writing is first and foremost a craft, not merely a mode of self-expression.

Hall has won many awards, including two Guggenheim Fellowships and a Robert Frost Medal, and has served as poet laureate of his state. He continues to live and work at Eagle Pond Farm.


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14 Poems written by Donald Hall

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A storm was coming, that was why it was dark. The wind was blowing the fronds of the palm trees off. They were maples. I looked out the window across the big lawn. The house was huge, full of children and old people. The lion was loose. Either because of the wind, or by malevolent human energy, which is the same thing, the cage had come open. Suppose a child walked outside!
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding Comments and analysis of Name of Horses by Donald Hall 8 Comments
December twenty-first
High on a slope in New Guinea Comments and analysis of The Man In The Dead Machine by Donald Hall 1 Comment
Images leap with him from branch to branch. His eyes Comments and analysis of A Poet at Twenty by Donald Hall 15 Comments
In a week or ten days Comments and analysis of Distressed Haiku by Donald Hall 1 Comment
In the mid August, in the second year
It has happened suddenly,
Katie could put her feet behind her head
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches
Snow fell in the night. Comments and analysis of An old life by Donald Hall 1 Comment
The clock of my days winds down. Comments and analysis of The Alligator Bride by Donald Hall 2 Comments
To grow old is to lose everything.
when my father had been dead a week Comments and analysis of White Apples by Donald Hall 1 Comment


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