WILMOT, N.H. -- Smallness and quiet are the rule in this central pocket of New Hampshire -- the pastures, hills, ponds, herds, and weathered walls and fences -- and it has a timeless appearance. But in his great-grandfather's farmhouse, which looks just like the century-old photograph of it on the jacket of one of his books, poet Donald Hall is ... (Full article: 959 words)
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