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In football they measure forty-yard sprints. Nobody runs forty yards in basketball. Maybe you run the ninety-four feet of the court; then you stop, not on a dime, but on Miss Liberty's torch. In footb...
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Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet, essayist. "Basketball: The Purest Sport of Bodies," Fathers Playing Catch with Sons: Essays on Sport, North Point Pr...
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''Sweet death, small son, our instrument
Of immortality,
Your cries and hungers document
Our bodily decay.''
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Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet. My Son, My Executioner (l. 5-8). . .
Contemporary American Poetry. A. Poulin, Jr., ed. (4th ed., 1985) Houghton ...
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Sheila Pallay (10/27/2009 8:34:00 AM)
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I have been collaborating with Donald Hall for the past few years...combining his words and my photographs. If you like his poetry you should visit my website: www.eaglepondgallery.com
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