Another poem by Donald Hall. Curiously enough, I have never enjoyed enjoyed his earlier poetry. After he lost his wife, the poet Jane Kenyon, however…his poetry turned into something, into a heart that spoke to […]
A gem by the poet Donald Hall, who lives just one town over from me. His words, his voice–I never cease to be in awe.
I used to put together a slide show each year showcasing my family’s Christmas revels, but then I stopped. This year I took up the task once again.