The poetry of memories
Poet Donald Hall shares the contents of a life through his loves and losses.
It’s inevitable to repeat yourself when you write as much – and as personally – as Donald Hall.
The 2006 US Poet Laureate and author of more than 30 books acknowledges the repetitions somewhat apologetically, but he needn’t worry: We enjoy the reminders of such beloved earlier works as “Fathers Playing Catch With Sons,” “Life Work,” and his trio of volumes about the illness and terrible loss of his wife and fellow poet Jane Kenyon nearly as much as fresh bulletins from his contemplative life.
In his new memoir, Unpacking the Boxes, Hall returns to old memories and his three big themes – “Love, death, and New Hampshire.” Most remarkable, however, is the final chapter, in which he brings us up-to-date – soberly, movingly, with characteristic frankness – on his “thoughtful life on antiquity’s planet” as he approaches his 80th birthday.
He describes the effort of rising from a chair and the indignities and annoyances of deteriorating body parts.
“Gradually, on the planet of antiquity, I have become frail. Mostly I don’t feel like a codger – but I look into the eyes of others and see that they make out someone old,” he writes. Lest we find this too bleak, he assures us that the love of his children and girlfriend “sustain me, in the thin air of antiquity’s planet, where I survive to love and write poems as long as I can.”
Hall has essentially written his way through life, rising at 6 every morning for two hours of poetry composition before breakfast. He’s been a firm believer in the 20-minute refresher nap since he was a young man. For 13 years, his dawn literary endeavors were followed by a day of teaching at the University of Michigan, where he saw himself as “poetry’s evangelist preaching to convert the diffident.”