“A Time to Talk,” my version of the poem

“A Time to Talk,” my version of the poem

I welcome the time…

 

I decided to entertain myself at breakfast in the Linden Ponds Café

by doing this little re-write

of Robert Frost’s memorable poem, “A Time to Talk.”

I kept his rhythm and rhyme, I made the text a bit smoother,

I think I preserved his earthy friendly tone.

 

A Time to Talk, Rick’s version

 

When a friend calls down to me from the road

   and slows his horse to just a walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

   on all the hills I haven’t hoed,

and shout from where I am: “What is it?”

I know to welcome time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

blade-end up and five feet tall,

I start to climb to the old stone wall

   for a friendly visit.

 

February 3, 2025

Hingham, MA

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Frost’s original version, it’s in the public domain:

 

A Time to Talk

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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The Brothers…Civil War storytelling

The Brothers…Civil War storytelling

This is good storytelling

 

 

Book review:

The Brothers

 

by Janet M. Kovarik

2014

 

If you’re a student of the Civil War, you’ll recognize the actual historical figures who are part of the story, and you’ll quickly feel comfortably familiar with Stu and Beau and Sarah and their families, because they embody some of the compelling human agents of the wartime drama.

These characters are three-dimensional. There is human urgency in their speech and actions. These are cerebral characters who are articulately reflective, thoughtful about their circumstances and their life journeys, and passionate about love and rectitude and their personal legacies and futures.

The Brothers is the first novel in The McCullough Saga. The twins, Beau and Stu, have explicitly distinct personalities but their lives have remarkably similar if unconventional trajectories. They are the central figures in a human story, on a human scale, with a conspicuously realistic historical setting. Storm Haven, their deep South plantation, is convincingly researched, as are the gritty battle scenes, the economics and logistics of the war, the arduous success of the Underground Railroad and the delights of antebellum southern cuisine.

The Brothers is a dialogue-rich offering of historical fiction. I’m a dialogue fan. This is good storytelling.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

The Bridges of Madison County

book/movie review

If you’re looking for highly stoked eroticism,

look elsewhere.

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“…the hollow men…” and so on

“…the hollow men…” and so on

I’m open to being tantalized…

 


“We are the hollow men

  We are the stuffed men”

 

from “The Hollow Men,” 1925, by T. S. Eliot

Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)

American-British writer, popularly acclaimed as a great poet of the 20th century

 

At long last, I’ve tried T. S. Eliot’s poetry.

I respectfully think that T. S. Eliot’s poetry is a bloomin’ wasteland…

Maybe I’ll put Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot back on the shelf, and try again after a while.

Maybe not.

It’s not that I mind Eliot’s deliberate contradictions so much. I’m willing to be provoked. I’m open to being tantalized. I’m ready to be pushed or pulled outside my comfort zone.

The sticky point for me, with Eliot’s poetry, is that I never seem to get to the point, or maybe I simply don’t get the point. When I get to the end of one of his longish poems, I’m really not sure where I started, or where I wandered, or where I arrived. 

I find little coherence in Eliot’s words and phrases and passages.

I think of myself as a wordsmith, and I love the beauty of elegant phrases and shimmering, specific, steely, selective, stately, splendid words that tell a delicious story or evoke a bloom of emotion.

For my taste, T. S. Eliot’s poetry isn’t tasty, and it’s a bloomin’ wasteland of jumbled words, fractured images, and unfinished imaginations. 

If you’re wondering where all the flowers have gone, don’t look for answers in Eliot’s work.

 

Source: T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot (New York: Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1958), 101.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle

…what meets the eye…

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getting started, a big thing…my poem

getting started, a big thing…my poem

we did it…

 

 

once…

 

We did a big thing.

 

We got dressed up,

invited family and friends,

said the words,

traded rings,

danced at the party,

drank the champagne,

stood for the picture,

rolled away in the car…

 

we started our lives together.

 

September 28, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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The Fugitive…movie review

The Fugitive…movie review

a really good story…

 

 

Movie review:

The Fugitive

 

The fugitive is Dr. Richard Kimble (vigorously played by Harrison Ford), unjustly accused of murdering his wife and on the run from the police while he searches for the one-armed man who actually did the deed.

The Fugitive (1993, rated PG-13, 130 minutes) is a rip-roaring story with what I dare to claim is the most thrilling, scary, truly realistic train wreck sequence ever brought to the silver screen.

The Fugitive is a two-man show: an all-American guy aiming to prove his innocence and a passion-less cop who’s trying to track him down.

During the film, U.S. Deputy Marshall Sam Gerard (played by Tommy Lee Jones, he won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor) transforms himself from a relentlessly heartless good-guy to a good good-guy.

Perhaps you remember the top-rated mostly B&W television series “The Fugitive” (1963-1967) starring David Janssen. The 1993 movie is great proof that you can tell a really good story in less than 120 episodes.

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Movie review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Mila 18

horrific truth by Leon Uris

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