David Thomson on poet Donald Hall's book about his bereavement: The Best Day the Worst Day: Life with Jane Kenyon.: "... a bright, wonderful book, as grave and strong as Ives heard across the snow, as lively facing death as the peonies Jane Kenyon planted outside the house." Hall wrote what I assume is an excerpt for NarrativMagazine.com: "Eleven Days." It breaks the heart like nothing I've read.