Stonehenge…the stones know…my poem

Stonehenge…the stones know…my poem

they do not tell…

 

 

Stonehenge

 

We look like a circle of stones.

We know why we stand here

   but we do not tell,

perhaps we knew the beginning of time,

time means so little to us,

the ages come and go,

our circle stands, unmoving,

reflecting each break of day,

embracing the dawn of dawns,

remembering the chants of long ago,

accepting the credulous chatter

   that fills our spaces,

accepting the lightest touch

   of each fingertip

      that seeks so many answers

         to so many questions,

knowing that we exalt pure stillness,

indeed, knowing that the lintels

   betray the ignorance

      of beguiled masons,

knowing that we

   are the upright fingers of the gods

      that point to havens

         above the sky,

knowing that we may rest on earth

   until the unknown end of time.

 

December 28, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Play review: A Doll’s House

Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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The Pioneers by David McCullough…book review

The Pioneers by David McCullough…book review

They didn’t have an easy life…

 

 

Book review:

The Pioneers:

The Heroic Story of the Settlers

Who Brought the American Ideal West

 

by David McCullough (1933-2022)

Pulitzer Prize winner

New York: Simon & Schuster, 2019

330 pages

 

This is bona fide David McCullough: endlessly researched, written in profoundly erudite prose, and honestly interesting to a wide range of readers.

The Pioneers tells you as much as (if not more than) you could ever care to know about the hardy folks who founded Marietta, Ohio, in the late 18th century, while George Washington was figuring out how to be our first president.

They didn’t have an easy life. They worked hard to keep slavery out of the Northwest Territory. They weren’t worried much about displacing the Native Americans who had lived in that region for thousands of years. They believed that they were brave and dedicated to making a good life, for themselves and their children.

They did a decent job, really. Read all about it, or read as much of it as you care to.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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Are you working on the main thing?

Are you working on the main thing?

The main thing is what counts…

 

 

Michelangelo “left three-fifths

                          of his sculptures unfinished.”

 

Maybe other projects came along.

Maybe the patron changed his mind.

Maybe Michelangelo got tired of working on those pieces.

Maybe he forgot.

 

Point is, don’t worry if you don’t finish everything you start.

Figure out what the main thing is, and do it.

 

from

Range: Why Generalists Triumph in a Specialized World

by David Epstein (b1983)

New York: Riverhead Books, 2019

quote is from p. 164

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84, Charing Cross Road (book review)

Helene Hanff, on reading good books…

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“…and hides our dreams…”…“dew not,” my poem

“…and hides our dreams…”…“dew not,” my poem

see it clearly

 

 

dew not

 

Away, you foggy dew!

 

…in hazy morn it seems so clear,

our views of life embrace still air,

we want no clouds across our path,

we want no wind to fill the space

   that brings the distant beauty near,

we want no rain

   that draws our eyes

      to up and up,

and wets the skies

   and hides our dreams.

 

We want the void that touches all

   and leaves no mark,

the see-through part

   that makes each thing

      some thing to see,

the empty place

   where foggy dew

      is always a stranger.

 

December 29, 2024

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Book review: A Cold Welcome

The culprit was global cooling,

          500 years ago…

by Sam White

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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Out of Africa…movie review

Out of Africa…movie review

lions know much

 

 

Movie review:

Out of Africa

 

1985

Rated PG

161 minutes

 

Out of Africa is a lovably unconventional love story, and the African scenes of flora and fauna are just lush. It won seven Oscars.

A daughter in a rich Danish family, Karen Blixen (Meryl Streep) works hard to maintain a coffee plantation in early 20th century Kenya, and in time she falls hard for the cavalierly independent Denys Finch Hatton (Robert Redford). They enjoy an ill-fated romance, ended by his untimely death.

 

This poem reflects my “Thumbs up!” review:

 

Lions know much

 

The she-lion came first

   before sunrise lighted the lower plain.

She did not sniff the square of whitened stones,

nor the deranged, softly mounded earth.

She kept walking, slowly, in the lifting dark.

 

Later, she returned, with her mate,

to dally on that sunlit slope,

and gaze at the heedless beasts

   on the plain below.

 

The pair returned, another day,

with easy steps,

to tarry in that terraced space,

they could not know, perhaps,

of the man who had been laid

   in their earth, in their domain,

they lingered, not knowing, perhaps,

that the still form beneath their feet

   had been a gentle man,

but aware, somehow,

that he had been of their world,

that they could add grace to his grave.

 

The film is based on the 1937 book, Out of Africa, by Karen Blixen (1885-1962) (pen name Isak Dinesen).

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Movie review. My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

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