Without: Poems

by Donald Hall

Book Overview

Donald Hall's poignant and courageous poetry speaks of the death of the magnificent, humorous, and gifted Jane Kenyon. Hall speaks to us all of grief, as a poet lamenting the death of a poet, as a husband mourning the loss of a wife. Without is Hall's greatest and most honorable achievement-his gift and testimony, his lament and his celebration of loss and of love.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0395957656
• ISBN13: 9780395957653
• Release Date: April 1999
• Publisher: Ecco Press
• Length: 96 Pages
• Weight: 0.38 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 6.0" x 9.0"

Customer Reviews

"Dying is simple....What's worse is.....the seperation."

I heard Donald Hall read passages of Whitman's Leaves of Grass at the 2005 National Book Festival on the Mall in DC. I knew nothing of him, his work, or his love of Jane Kenyon. I did know his voice rang true to the soul I possess. I can still here his voice over the sound of helicopter blades that plagued the readings in each tent. Compelled to read his work I finally gave into the need to buy one of his works and so I bought three. "Without" is a journey of loss. Each poem is a step during the journey of Jane Kenyon's illness, passing, and Donald Hall's experience of loss. His pain, confusion, and helplessness are mirrored in every line and in every word with in the pages of "Without". By the time I got to page nine I was crying, not for Jane Kenyon but for Donald Hall. The book doesn't show case only loss but devotion. The memories he shares of Jane are clouded with the simple things that brought him contentment and careless pleasure. How often do you see the simple things in your life and overlook the pleasure that exists in the act of observation? Donald Hall looks back on the pleasure of contentment watching his wife taste the sauce that will be served with dinner and the act of bringing in groceries. He tells us of the ravishing beauty she grew into in her 40's. Donald Hall reminds us of hope with in the pages of "Without". girldiver:)

Heartful and Heartfelt

In his book of poems "Without", Donald Hall weaves a lexicographic tribute to his late wife, and fellow poet, Jane Kenyon, and in turn, leaves the world a legacy of grief and honor.I first heard of this book by listening to NPR's "This American Life" on a featured story about the couple. Donald himself read some of these poems, and I knew within a minute, I had to have this work.As poets so meekly and admirably do, Donald Hall captures the moments of his wife's last days through her battle with leukemia. The poems are simple, attainable, and direct. He minces no words as he describes Jane's downfall. He poetry is both pure and chilling; you feel her loss, you feel her impact, you feel.If you are considering purchasing this book, I may recommend you purchasing Jane Kenyon's final book of poetry called "Otherwise". In a sense, they are companion pieces to each other, and in reading both you hear her voice, along with his, to make it theirs.I highly recommend this book if you have ever lost someone, or want to understand the not understandable impact of losing someone.

Tactful, Subtle, Brilliant

Without constitutes my first experience with Donald Hall's poetry, need I say it was not my last? This collection reads like a novel, it is really a fluid sequence of accounts of his wife's death, either in devastatingly ironic and witty snapshots or extended odes and elegies such as the harrowing "Letter With No Address," written to his dead wife, nearly all of which will grab you by the throat and suck you into the spaces in between the words. Hall knew that if he was going to try and rip a vein of life from his soul and convey its contents to his readers, he could only do so by immersing them within the poems themselves. Few poets ever develop the kind of authenticity of voice required to achieve such a feat. It is surely a standard to which any poet aspires.Donald Hall approached this project perfectly. This is not a collection that stammers with captivating imagery or the kind of unfathomable metaphorical connections that are found in the work of our best American poets such as Hart Crane or Walt Whitman. Hall knew that in devoting a collection of poems to such a personal and painful experience, one that obviously left its fang marks on his heart, he risked committing some of the cardinal sins of poetry, such as mawkishness and self-pity. Hall avoids those pitfalls at every conceivable instance. His ability to blend sentimentality with dry irony and compelling wit, compounded by his successful effort to keep himself out of the poems despite his inevitable relation to them, make this the finest collection of his career, and indeed the work of a man who just may be ranked among our very top American poets somewhere down the line. Without stands among the most riveting documents of love, desire and loss to be found throughout the history of American Poetry.

the eye of suffering...

I remember first reading this book last summer. I usually read books of poetry not front to back, but here and there, allowing each poem to conjure up its own world apart from order in relation to other poetry. But with this book - I began at the beginning and followed through. Reading "The Snow Leopard" by Peter Matthiessen right now has reminded me of "Without" - this stunning collection from Hall sits alongside particular passages from the Matthiessen - they are the only literature I've ever experienced to immerse me so thoroughly in suffering and heartbreak as to be incapable of anything other than a paralysis of weeping...

Donald Hall - Life's Long Wave Goodbye

Everyone tells you, that you must walk the lonely road of caretaker-grave opener-survivor alone. Donald Hall's Without is the companion you never asked the heavens to bring you. The poet's recount of his beloved's bodily devastation through leukemia and his first year of mourning is detailed with genuine fortitude and veracious love that no movie, play or song could portray. Without transcends and reaches every audience. "You know now whether the soul survives death. Or you don't. When you were dying you said you didn't fear punishment. We never dared to speak of Paradise". Poetry reaches across boundaries that no other media dares to express itself. If you haven't read poetry since your high school years, purchase Without.