by Richard Subber | Dec 31, 2023 | Reflections, Tidbits
I avoided reading any of the “Best of 2023…” stuff
because I figure I can do a lot better by hitching my wagon to one of my stars
and stepping right through the door into 2024.
OK, you can tell that I don’t mind mixing metaphors.
Just let me say this:
There are a lot of reasons to do things right—or more right—in 2024.
I’m committed to do what I can, according to my lights.
I’m going to try to grab all of my chances to do something good.
That’s my way of saying Happy New Year.
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
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by Richard Subber | Dec 30, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
remember the urgent joy…
no mo’
…of course there’s no harm
to thrill in the doing of the thing,
“the last time” are tempting words
that rush too quickly to my lips,
I hear their echo
as I rush to the finish,
and only then
do I wonder
why I don’t remember
the urgent joy
of the first time,
and the rich learning
of all the other times,
and now I see
that the last time
is, of course, a rare moment,
but I want so little of it…
September 19, 2023
Cutting the grass used to be a thing.
I don’t miss it.
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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”
Loneliness beyond understanding…
by Herman Melville
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by Richard Subber | Dec 28, 2023 | Language, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
Poetry alive!
As I write my kind of poetry, it happens often that a creative way is to imbue the inanimate things with human attributes, to hear the stones weeping, to believe that the owl called to me…
I find vivid elements in otherwise tolerable poems by other poets, including many whose names you and I know, and including others whose obscurity may not be fully deserved.
By chance I read “Hermes of the Ways” by Hilda “H. D.” Doolittle (1886-1961). In pre-WWI London, she joined Ezra Pound and Richard Aldington to form the original Imagist trio of poets. I am not visibly quivering to read more of her work but I offer here brief praise for her formulation, thus:
“…Apples on the small trees
Are hard,
Too small,
Too late ripened
By a desperate sun…”
Her casual introduction of an unsuccessful sun invites the reader to take a bite, nevertheless, and chew on the douleur of that big yellow thing in the sky…
“Hermes of the Ways” by Hilda Doolittle, published in Vol. 1, No. 5, of Des Imagistes, February 1914, as posted online on November 13, 2016, at Poets.org
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Home Team: Poems About Baseball (book review)
Edwin Romond hits another homer…
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by Richard Subber | Dec 26, 2023 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
…Becky and the baby are waiting…
A man’s job
I won’t sell my trees.
The balsams would go quickly
at “cut your own” prices,
but I tell my neighbors, again this year,
there will be no cutting
on this old slope that spills down
to my little barn.
Day is darkening,
and I move among my trees.
This one, bent and broken
in last winter’s snows,
has grown,
the birds of spring may nest
in its green spaces…
and now, from below,
the boy climbs to me, his head down,
his father’s axe in hand,
he has changed since his father died,
he tries to do a man’s work,
he will have little time
for baseball with the other boys.
“I told Momma I would find a tree,
to make a Christmas for Becky and the baby.”
So.
He holds his axe in both hands,
and he stands straight in my field.
I extend my arm.
“Go find a good one,
I can help you carry it home.”
December 1, 2018
My poem “A man’s job” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, click here
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…
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by Richard Subber | Dec 25, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry
wrapping in the dark hours…
Santa’s helpers
Bows and ribbons all around,
we’re on the floor
wrapping in the dark hours,
and we unwrap our hearts
and share great gifts,
again and again.
December 25, 2022
Inspired by “Every Christmas Eve” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, December 25, 2022, on her website, www.ahundredfallingveils.com
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Book review: Tales from Shakespeare
summaries by Charles and Mary Lamb…
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