Nonfiction

translated by Olga Broumas and T. Begley Whether you have written poems or not isn’t as important as whether you have suffered, been impassioned, longed for what leads, by hook or by crook, to Poetry. The wind of life hits you before its material body, as the aroma of a woman before her actual presence….

She comes out in a white suit of stovepipe pants and short tight jacket and, under the jacket, dark lingerie. She has the habit of throwing her head back and laughing, revealing the split at her two front teeth. Her lips are cherry red and her hair white (for now) and she makes, together with…

In the cultural shake-up of the last decade, it has become increasingly popular to attack both the academy and poetry. The assaults on the university have come from both sides of the aisle: new ethnic and group definitions have led to strong progressive critiques of what were taken to be standard curricula and established canons….

"A poem," said Richard Hugo, "should happen in a heart-wrenching moment, quick, dramatic." Not a bad description of himself. Richard Hugo "happened" in the years I knew him. He happened in quick, dramatic, heart-wrenching moments as a teacher and mentor and man. As a poet, he reverberated; he got you "kicking the loose gravel home."…

I Decision to go abroad. My dearest friend and my latest love. A Proustian party. A night in Vermont. Meaning to stay as long as possible, I sailed for Europe. It was March 1950. New York and most of the people I knew had begun to close in. Or to put it differently, I felt…

When New Yorkers said "train" it meant the subway. As in Count Basie's "Take the ‘A’ Train," you took the "train" to go downtown to Greenwich Village, or uptown to Columbia on Morningside Heights. I took the IRT line to the local stop at 116th and Broadway and got off there to go to college….

What draws us to poetry in our early, inarticulate years? Answers to the question must vary. From the days when, as a child, I passively absorbed poetry from songs and hymns and when, as an adolescent, I tried to cobble together my own verses, nudged onto paper in imitation of poems from books, I recall…

My Entries aren't a journal in the ordinary sense, a record of occurrences: they are entries into ideas. An event that strikes me as significant or something I've read in a book or newspaper may help me to clarify my ideas and induce me to write a page or two. Making these remarks clears my…

Myers: Your work on The One Day lasted more than a decade, I believe. How long exactly? Hall: It was sixteen years from the time I started the poem-not knowing what I was starting-until I finished it. (I'm always tempted to put quotations around the word, when I say "finished," because, when I have a…