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Hazel Hall was born on February 7, 1886, in Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States, the daughter of Montgomery George and May Hoppin (Garland) Hall. When she was a small child, however, her parents moved to Portland, Oregon. At the age of twelve she lost the use of her legs, and the remainder of her comparatively short life was spent chiefly in a wheel-chair, her time occupied in sewing.
Highly imaginative and emotional, Hazel found expression in the writing of verse, none of which was published until she was thirty. Thereafter she was a frequent contributor to some of the leading periodicals of the country. She died in Portland before completing her thirty-eighth year. Her poems are collected in three volumes. The first of these, Curtains, appeared in 1921; the second, Walkers, in 1923; and the last, Cry of Time, after her death, in 1928.
The work of one shut in, they are necessarily narrow in range and predominantly subjective. Curtaining her window with “filmy seeming, ” and giving free play to her imagination as she plied her needle, she put into song her dreams and fancies. The footsteps of passersby, the linen she monogrammed for a bride, the bishop’s cuff she pleated, enabling him to raise his hand in better prayer, were her themes. These, however, and nature, too, when she turned to it, were essentially means by which she expressed the state of her own soul. With noticeable frequency, especially in Cry of Time, owing no doubt to physical causes, her subjects are frustration, neglect, grief, the sleep of forgetfulness, and death.
Hall had a genuine, though not strong, lyrical gift, which raised her above the level of the mere versifier.
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(Hall, Hazel)
Quotations:
“Brown windowsill, you hold my all of skies. ”
“My days are bound within your hold. ”
Quotes from others about the person
"Comes Hazel Hall with her little book, every word and emotion of which is poignantly authentic. " - Pearl Andelson
