The dying of a beloved wife and fellow poet makes for a bleak and lonely
tale. But Donald Hall's poignant and courageous poetry, facing that
dread fact, involves us all: the magnificent, humorous, and gifted
woman, Jane Kenyon, who suffered and died; the doctors and nurses who
tried but failed to save her; the neighbors, friends, and relatives who
grieved for her; the husband who sat by her while she lived and
afterward sat in their house alone with his pain, self-pity, and fury;
and those of us who until now had nothing to do with it.