Donald Hall: A Poet's View 'Out The Window': NPR.
Today it is January, midmonth, midday, and mid-New Hampshire. I sit in my blue armchair looking out the window. I am eighty-three, I teeter when I walk, I no longer drive, I look out the window.Essays after Eighty by Donald Hall is one of his last collections of writing. It's not all great, but I listened to it, and think that is the way to experience it, though I would have liked him doing it, in his voice.The New York Review of Books, always more political than poetical, gives poetry less space every year. The greatest falling-off is at the New Yorker. The New Yorker once regularly published Louise Bogan’s essays on “Verse.”.
New York Times “Deliciously readable. .. Donald Hall, if abandoned by the muse of poetry, has wrought his prose to a keen autumnal edge.” — Wall Street Journal His entire life, Donald Hall dedicated himself to the written word, putting together a storied career as a poet, essayist, and memoirist.I first read Donald Hall’s “Out the Window” (link to excerpt) () in The New Yorker a year ago at 5:30 a.m.I was a barista at a French-Moroccan restaurant in the West Village and the morning shift began at 6.
A few weeks ago I received a printed postcard in the mail, beginning “Dear Friend of Donald Hall.” In a few brief lines it announced that Don had been diagnosed with cancer, and would no.
