The Hall of the Age of Man; No.52
The Hall of the Age of Man; No.52

Author: Henry Fairfield 1857-1935 Osborn

Publisher: Legare Street Press

Published: 2021-09-09

Total Pages: 36

ISBN-13: 9781014871480

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Essays After Eighty
Essays After Eighty

Author: Donald Hall

Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Published: 2014-12-02

Total Pages: 143

ISBN-13: 0544286944

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The former U.S. Poet Laureate contemplates life, death, and the view from his window in these “alternately lyrical and laugh-out-loud funny” essays (The New York Times). From an early age, Donald Hall dedicated his life to the written word. In his long and celebrated career, he was an accomplished poet, essayist, memoirist, dramatist, and children’s author. Now, in the “unknown, unanticipated galaxy” of very old age, his essays continue to startle, move, and delight. In Essays After Eighty, Hall ruminates on his past: “thirty was terrifying, forty I never noticed because I was drunk, fifty was best with a total change of life, sixty extended the bliss of fifty . . .” He also addresses his present: “When I turned eighty and rubbed testosterone on my chest, my beard roared like a lion and gained four inches.” Most memorably, Hall writes about his enduring love affair with his ancestral Eagle Pond Farm and with the writing life that sustains him every day: “Yesterday my first nap was at 9:30 a.m., but when I awoke I wrote again.” “Deliciously readable…Donald Hall, if abandoned by the muse of poetry, has wrought his prose to a keen autumnal edge.” —The Wall Street Journal