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 More Quotes by Donald Hall More Quotes From Donald Hall We learned how to love each other by loving together Donald Hall how-to-love marriage together Great literature, if we read it well, opens us up to the world and makes us more sensitive to it, as if we acquired eyes that could see through things and ears that could hear smaller sounds. Donald Hall eye ears sound Some of us are darkness lovers. We do not dislike the early and late daylight of June, but we cherish the increasing dark of November, which we wrap around ourselves in the prosperous warmth of wood stove, oil and electric blanket. Inside our warmth we fold ourselves, partly tuber, partly bear, in the dark and its cold - around us, outside us, safely away from us. We tuck ourselves up in the comfort of cold's opposite, warming ourslves by thought of the cold, lighting ourselves by darkness's idea. Donald Hall oil june dark If work is no antidote to death, nor a denial of it, death is a powerful stimulus to work. Get done what you can. Donald Hall denial powerful done Mere literary talent is common; what is rare is endurance, the continuing desire to work hard at writing. Donald Hall hard-work desire writing Baseball is continuous, like nothing else among American things, an endless game of repeated summers, joining the long generations of all the fathers and all the sons. Donald Hall baseball summer father I don't know where a poem comes from until after I've lived with it a long time. I've a notion that a poem comes from absolutely everything that every happened to you. Donald Hall notion happened long You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead. Donald Hall worst dying thinking To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. Donald Hall ignorant grandfather years Less is more, in prose as in architecture. Donald Hall philosophy history art Work is style, and there is style without thought; not in theory, only in fact. When I take a sentence in my hand, raise it to the light, rub my hand across it, disjoin it, put it back together again with a comma added, raising the pitch in the front part; when I rub the grain of it, comb the fur of it, re-assemble the bones of it, I am making something that carries with it the sound of a voice, the firmness of a hand. Maybe little more. Donald Hall light writing hands Words seem like drops of water in a stream that has its own wholeness and its own motion. Donald Hall streams seems water Baseball is fathers and sons. Football is brothers beating each other up in the backyard. Donald Hall brother baseball football To desire to write poems that endure-we undertake such a goal certain of two things: that in all likelihood we will fail, and if we succeed we will never know it Donald Hall goal writing two Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers. Donald Hall baseball memories america If our goal is to write poetry, the only way we are likely to be any good is to try to be as great as the best. Donald Hall goal writing trying Virtually every beginning poet hurts himself by an addiction to adjectives. Verbs are by far the most important things for poems-especially wonderful tough monosyllables like "gasp" and "cry." Nouns are the next most important. Adjectives tend to be useless. Donald Hall addiction important hurt If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn't wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate. Donald Hall real wish want Your presence in this house is almost as painful and enormous as your absence. Donald Hall grief house loss You know how, when you fly from coast to coast on a really clear day, looking down from many miles up, you can see the little baseball diamonds everywhere? And every time I see a baseball diamond my heart goes out to it. And I think somewhere down there- I don't see any houses, I can hardly see any roads- but I know that people down there are playing the game we all love. Donald Hall baseball heart thinking
