Again I have to review what I think poetry is. Donald Hall's autobiographical poem (about 100 pages) is a set of vignettes with far more details that I would have thought necessary in a poem. And so I have to ask Why? Why is this so much more loosely structured than I would have expected? And in some cases I can see the symbolism, the irony, the relaxed rhythms that match the scenery. And in many sections I still don't know why so much information, except perhaps that the poet is enjoying these reminisciences (sorry about the spelling there), each with its minutiae standing for an entire period of a life, so even though there seems to be a lot of detail, in fact there is far more left out than put in. So I still have a lot to learn from this book. Poetry doesn't have to be dense with layers linguistically or metaphorically; it can be dense with layers of memory. Or perhaps simply not dense at all.