Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon at Eagle Pond Farm
The traditional New Hampshire sidehill farm at Eagle Pond sits close to where townlines join Danbury, Wilmot, and Andover. Thought to date from 1803, the farm was in Don’s family from 1865 until it was sold in 2019, following his death in 2018. The hundred and sixty acres are centered by an early cape typical of New England, an adjacent barn, and a separate (originally Greek Revival style) cottage a short distance down the road. The steep, wooded flank of Ragged Mountain, which was once pasture for sheep and cows, presses into the back of the farmhouse and barn. Beyond the barn and across the road, hayed fields descend to Eagle Pond. Five miles to the south is Kearsarge, the blue mountain so present in the work of Don and Jane.
Growing up in Connecticut, Don came here to spend his summers with his grandparents, Wesley and Kate Wells, who were still living a farm life--summers closely remembered in String Too Short to be Saved. Then, in 1975, three years after he and Jane married in Ann Arbor (where Don was teaching at the University of Michigan and Jane had been a student), they decided to try a year at the farm. They soon knew they wouldn’t be returning to Michigan.
Though Don determined when he was twelve that he wanted to be a poet, and set to it, equal to the poetry that came of that is his prose in essays, memoir, and profiles of writers and artists (along with other work including short stories, drama, and textbooks). He may be best known, however, for a single poem reconfigured as a children’s book: Ox-Cart Man, illustrated by Barbara Cooney. Awarded the Caldecott Medal in 1980, it tells the story of a long-ago New England farm very like the one at Eagle Pond. Among young (but not only young) readers around the world, it became, immediately, a classic and continues to be.
The farm at Eagle Pond had long held the story of Don’s family. But Jane found her own here, too. Though she had begun writing poetry in college, she said it was coming to Eagle Pond that made her a poet. It gave her a subject, she said, and a renewed way of looking, as it also gave her a place to enter a new life and learn abiding home.
Discarding nothing from previous generations, Don and Jane filled the Eagle Pond farmhouse still further with books and art, and writing became the habit of their days. In time, both were named New Hampshire poet laureates, and Don also served as a U.S. poet laureate.
For a video portrait of Don and Jane in 1993,
see Bill Moyers, A Life Together.
A late video of Don in 2018
is Paul Szynol’s Quiet Hours.
In 1995, Jane died at Eagle Pond Farm when leukemia took her at forty-seven. Don continued to live and write here, until he also died at the farm in 2018, months short of ninety.
Don’s blue chair remains in the sitting room. Here he made revisions to work, dictated letters, received callers, and watched the Red Sox. Above the now-empty shelves, Warhol’s lithograph of Elizabeth Taylor, bought back at auction in 2019, has returned to its hook on the wall, joining portraits of Don’s great-grandparents, John and Martha Wells, and his grandmother, Kate Wells.
Some of what Don wrote at Eagle Pond Farm: